Justify My Sloth

Well, it turns out blogs are harder to keep up with than school! Maybe it's my general laziness (yesterday me and my roomates got through an entire season of Friends) or maybe it's that I don't really know what to write about. I could detail my nights of partying but I feel as though photos on Facebook illustrate that sloppiness adequately enough. I could review the movies I've seen but I could sum them up in sentences rather than blog-sized paragraphs. For example, Sharkwater taught me that the death of sharks will result in the death of humans. 'Nuff said.
So, rather than try to hone my energies onto one particular subject I thought I would attack this blog with a standard writer's philosophy; write for yourself and write what you know. Or, I could turn the tables a bit and write about the stuff I know about myself. Hey, this freewriting kinda pays off! What I know about myself is that I have one exam (a take home mind you) and then after the 11th I am done for good. Funnily enough, I am stressing more about what I am going to do after the 11th than my upcoming exam.
So far I've been dividing my days up pretty well. At noon I wake up and read trashy magazines for an hour. Then, after becoming uncomfortable from my increasing bed sores, I get out of bed and wander around the apartment for awhile. This wandering usually includes cleaning up various clutter that's accumulated from the night before, washing some dishes (always some, never all!) and making breakfast. With some toast and a cup of coffee I settle in front of the TV with the intention that I will only watch one Friends episode and then start my day. As seen by today's activities I usually don't move from my original spot unless I have to eat or go to the bathroom.
Usually though I give myself one task to make my day seem more meaningful. Yesterday me and my roomate went tanning and then went to the grocery store. Oh, and I went to Vid Diff so I kind of topped her for tasks. So really, the judge of a good day is how well you divide it. As long as you make it outside at least once, you really shouldn't beat yourself up for being lazy. I know I don't. Today my task was to go get garlic bread at the grocery store and I actually walked over there until I realized that it's Easter and everything's closed. The interuption of this holiday caused both me and my roomate (she tried to go the gym that go-getter!) to fail at our daily tasks. Fortunately for me, the publishing of this post has given this day some purpose. Until tomorrow... I actually plan on preparing for my exam (only slightly) and downloading The Ricky Gervais show which I've been putting off for far too long.

I Already Hate My Blog Title

How do you pick an appropriate blog title? I realize that this blog is probably temporary and that it will most likely go in the same direction as my old blog (may it rest in peace) but still, the title is something to worry about. I mean, Nail Biter? Yeah, it definitely says a lot about me. I bite my nails like it's my profession. I've actually wondered how much other people notice it in me. During a recent bout of paranoia, I envisioned myself appearing in the Dalhousie Gazette in an article about the weirdo's you always see at school. Under the heading "Finger-stubs" there'd be a picture of me, mid-bite with wide eyes full of shame and embarassment. I hate biting my nails but I also love it. What other non-harmful habit can you indulge in? There's the odd hair chewers but they're less accepted than the nail biters. There's the pen-twirlers but that's more of a habit based on boredom. The versitility of nail biting is, I think, what makes it such an enjoyable practice. Not only do I bite my nails when I'm stressed but I also do it when I'm mentally intrgued by something. Good book? I'm biting. Scary movie? Yup, I'm biting. Blog-writing? Hey, look at that, I'm biting. I guess I do bite my nails on a remarkable amount of occasions but I don't want it to define me. That's why I'd like to propose that nail biting can be seen as a loose metaphor for...wait for it...LIFE. We all have our vices; Along with the nail munching I've become enamoured by the effects of caffeine and alcohol and most recently mixing both together. It's my way of coping with the stresses of everyday life. Even blog writing has helped me calm down for the onslaught of tests I have tomorrow. Although when I say help I really mean distract and therefore contribute to my declination as a university student. But seeing as how this is my last year of university and that I've been doing the same stupid shit for four years I can't say that I am too worried. After all, isn't everyone just a bunch of nail biters waiting for that golden day when their nails have grown so long that they can finally scratch their heads with relish? Think about it... I know I have.