This morning, my mom sprinkled some honey over half an avocado and told me that it was delicious, so I took a bite, and surely it was; so I just had to establish that fact. It's these lengthy informational pages regarding health and nutrition that my mom likes to surf up on the internet everyday. Every morning, I wake up to my mom doing Pilates with the couple on tv instructing her what to do on that one channel. Someday, I should do it with her because she has been asking me to do so for the longest time.
Today, I have to go to school for two and a half hours, pick up some things that my mom asked me to get for Seattle's 30-38 degrees weather, wait for Jennifer to come study, work on the Aldous Huxley art project assignment for English, get ready to go to Morgan Hill until night time, come back, shower, and sleep--all to get ready for the longest day ahead tomorrow. Excited; this is what weekends are for. You put together long numbered lists of important things to do, accomplish all of the things you write down, and hopefully feel content by the end of the weekend without saying you didn't have enough time because you were too busy watering your lawn that didn't need to be watered, wasting time on an addicting online site because someone asked to challenge you all day, or you were just too busy procrastinating for no apparent reason. My brother told me that procrastination is just an excuse, so I agree and my advice would be to plan accordingly, balance out time, and end with a good note.
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