It is 11:30 am in Vancouver, BC. I don't have anything to do until 1:30 pm, when I will meet up with a group of my friends to head to the beach; we will save seats for tonight's fireworks. All in all, I seem to be ahead of schedule.
But I asked my mom to wake me up at 9:00 am today. Before eating a late lunch and departing, I had planned to make some progress with my room. For the last week - while I've been in-between jobs - I've quite literally torn my room apart in order to clean, organize and box 18 years of junk; 12 years of old schoolwork.
Somehow, I wasn't able to stick to that plan today. I woke up at 9:00, yes, but somehow I ended up reading a book instead of cleaning. And then I wandered over to my laptop, noticing that I forgot to Shut Down yesterday, and I went through my daily routine of website-checking.
Between Hotmail, Facebook, Protagonize and Red Seas Under Red Skies by Scott Lynch, I've managed to while away two and a half hours of my life. It makes me sad that barely a month of summer is left. I will be working for most of the remainder, at my annual job in the Payroll office of a well-known local company.
As soon as summer ends, I will be entering university and absolutely everyone has told me I won't have any free time then. Will I have to give up reading? Will I have to give up Protagonize? I think not, because I have a five-hour break between classes every Friday. Surely I can get some writing done then.
But then again, what do I know of university-style homework and workloads?