Ready. Set. Go!

Yellow Fever - check!
Hepatitis A - check!
Cholera - check!
Typhiod - check!
Meningitis - check!
Malaria pills - check!

I'm ready! (and poor...)

Weekend

So this weekend just flew by. Friday was my "off-day". No parties, no alcohol, no late night. I had a good sleep-in and spent most of Saturday at Cafè Kafka with Erik and Christian. I think we sat there for a good three hours. Breakfast/Lunch with all the newspapers talking about nothing and everything. Oh, and I bought the new Thomas Dypdahl cd - jury is still out on the verdict.

Saturday night was spent at Astris playing video games. We tried out a new game - Futurama - but is was complete shit. Grade - F! It's a shame the game represent that great show, but that's how it is. Anyway, it was a late night, with beer and an occasional strawberry daiquiri. So today I had to catch up on some sleep. Didn't do much more.

Except, I had a great 3-way with Christina and Sheryl. No, nothing sexual, but we did have a 3-way conference call on skype. It was great. I miss my girls. And the three of us talking together just made my Sunday. I walked around with a smile the rest of the evening. Perfect:)

Procrastinator

Yupp, that's me. A procratinator. I procratinate in whatever I do. Whether it is reading articles, taking out the trash, writing my thesis, doing my laundry, reading stuff for political meetings, or just tidy up the living-room a bit. Which means I just do what I need to do. Not my best. And you could say, well at least that's more than nothing. But to me "just what I need to do" is nothing. I want everything, everything I do, to be perfect.

Now, how is it possible to want perfection, but at the same time be a procratinator that do everything at the last minute? I've come to the conclution that I'm lazy. Not in the couch-potato way, but lazy in the scense that I don't do enough to accomplish what I want.

So, as of tomorrow, I'm starting my new and improved life as an over-achiver. I'll let you know how that works out.