Destructive
Like the old days
But she's hanging on, like
An intimate moment with herself
In the golden light of afternoon, or
Cold fingers wrapped around a steaming mug.
Waiting for warmth.

I'm plagued with a feeling of unrest. Where did it come from? What's it trying to tell me? Could it just be unease brought on by procrastination? Argh, I just don't know. I'm constantly worrying. I feel like I haven't been keeping up with my commitments. For example, I missed the choir singathon on saturday, and now I've just discovered I will have to miss a dress rehearsal for the Messiah because of my tools/techniques final exam. I had to cancel on Wayne at Tora Tattoo as well, because I just didn't have enough money.
Yes, all this is my fault. I tell myself I have to earn my liesure time, and then end up enjoying myself far too much regardless of the minimal schoolwork I've accomplished. Just like the last time I went home... I did a half-ass job on my prehistory paper, didn't hand in a bibliography, and just went home and had fun anyway.
For shame, Emily. I have a feeling I won't be pulling off the straight-A's of first year.
I'm concerned about how my extracurricular activities will affect my marks, but I just can't see myself backing out of the clubs (or the election, for that matter). They've become such an integral part of my life in such a short time. I've met so many good people through club events (especially PIRG).
*le sigh*
Guess I just have to suck it up... I got myself into it, and now I'll have to find new ways of managing my time.