#3 - Me and my amazing lack of self-control
Mood:  incredulous
So, right after I decided to crack down and work on my thesis, my roommate came back with a *ahem* visitor. Long story short, I was "sexiled" from my room. I was sitting in the laundry room minding my own business, paper strewn everywhere, when John, another one of my floormates came in. "What are you doing?" He asked. Duh. As if that wasn't obvious. "Thesis," I grunted in reply. He gave a knowing "Ah" and then proceeded to start reading my thesis. Which was cool, I guess, since extra eyes always help. Then he saw how in depth the corrections were, and he bailed on me. "Gotta fold my laundry" he said. Uh-huh, considering it's only been in the dryer for 7 minutes. Whatever. Then Matt (another one of my floormates) came in, and asked if I wanted to watch the Godfather. I said I'd never seen it, and he basically told me I had to in order to consider myself a human being. So I went into Matt's room and proceeded to watch 175 minutes of New York Mob goodness. Then, of course, we had to watch part II... and part III.... by the time I got out of there, it was 3:30 am and I was exhausted. I collected my stuff out of the laundry room, decided to post this, and now I'm going to crash. I'll just set my alarm for 9 tomorrow morning and work on my thesis some more. Deadline: 21 hours and counting!