Nerdfighters Gazette

I am sure that every single person on this planet has, at one time, put off their work, avoided calling an obnoxious relative until they absolutely had to, or otherwise loafed about until there was no time left to do the things they so desperately needed to do. Any of you who are still in school will agree on this: We all procrastinate, it is in our nature. We want fun now, and work later, and we often ignore the fact that if we finish our work quickly, we can have all the time in the world to mess around later– but that would also mean putting ourselves through a bout of boredom before we did what we wanted to do.

Now, honestly, there is a point to this rant! I am in a play called ‘Talking With’ playing the character Mary Titfer (The crazy one; I was a bit bemused when everyone who read the script said that it was the character I should try for, since they could “see me doing that”), the play is composed of several monologues strung together; all women. We had to have our pieces memorized by March 1st… Today is February 28th, and I still don’t have it memorized. “No, I’ll start working on it tomorrow, I have plenty of time!” I said. NO. WRONG. That plentiful supply of time that I was fond of has run out, and now I’m left furiously staring at the three pages of rambling that I’m supposed to have completely memorized by tomorrow, trying to force it to stick in my hazy brain.

And let me say, I have the memory of a dazed goldfish.

According to my good friend Webster, to procrastinate means ‘to defer action; delay’. Simple. But as a matter of fact, it is a defining trait of what it means to be human– and I suppose that cats do it to, all mine does is sleep all day…but what does a cat need to do? I don’t think they ever sit there in the sun and say “Oh…I really should lick myself, but I think I’ll take a nap first…”

In truth, I really should be memorizing my monologue–instead, I wrote this. Really, if the director throws things at me, I have only myself to blame.