I'm back!

Merry Christmas! I hope you all are enjoying your time with family, friends, and booski's *cough*Christina*cough*. As I began watching the Laker's game (while gawking at how fine Kobe is), I started thinking "what happened to my blog?!?!" A new year is approaching, so why not provide my readers with new material?? I won't blab any longer; let's get right to business...

Another semester has come to an end, and I have continued with my usual patterns concerning my work ethic and life decisions. There are some aspects about my personality that I am concerned about. Here goes...

Number 1: I am a big time procrastinator, and I don't mean the type of procrastinator that starts work the night before...I mean the type of procrastinator that starts papers the day of (no matter how long they are), hands in things late and comes up with clever excuses to get out of the negative consequences of my actions, and the kind who has been procrastinating for so long that it has become second nature. I'll give you a scenario:

I had a paper due December 5th that was 12 pages long. I started it a few hours before it was due, and could only manage to come up with 7 pages. I didn't know what to do, so I came up with a scheme to act like I didn't know the paper was due. Considering that this was a grad level class, and grad classes get out a week later, my excuse was understandable because naturally a final paper would be due on the last day of class. So I didn't hand it in, and planned to do it the weekend so I can hand it in on the last day of class. My teacher sends an email a few days later saying that class has been postponed from the 10th to the 17th, so now my paper will be 2 weeks late. However, the night before the 17th arrives and I haven't done my paper yet. I'm thinking, "oh, class is at 4:30 tomorrow. I'll just finish it before then. I only have 5 pages left anyway." Long story short, I didn't finish it. Btw, my professor is super nice, and would rather people turn in quality papers than have them turned in on time, so I got really lucky.

Anyways, I go to class, and during the break my teacher goes: "Dominique, I didn't get your paper. Did you hand it in?" I reply, "Oh yea, I emailed it to you, but my bc email has been acting up lately because my storage is full. I can send it to you again if you'd like." He goes, "Oh great, please do. Then I can send you your comments electronically...there's no rush." Rule Number 1: You don't tell a chronic procrastinator that there is no rush. Anyways, being the good and considerate student that I am (pshhh), I reply: "Are you sure? Because I can't print it out and bring it to your office tomorrow." PLEASE. I had no intention of even looking at that paper that night, or the next day; I had dinner plans lol. To sum things up, he tells me it's fine, and I end up sending him the paper on Saturday morning (mind you, the class was on Wednesday). In my email, I told him that we had a mixup with the papers because I sent it to the wrong email address (LIES) and he sent me an email back saying that it was okay.

That was a very very bad thing for me to do, I know, but I couldn't help myself. I had no interest in writing that paper, and I couldn't possibly start it early or even finish it earlier than I did because I was too busy doing...nothing. This is typical Dominique behavior and is going to make my life hell when I start grad school full time.

Number 2: I am a biased forgiver. I forgive males; I do not forgive females. I don't know why, but a man could probably physically abuse me (and after I put him in the hospital, and probably land in jail for attempted murder), I will still find it in my heart to forgive him and maybe even try to be his friend. If a female even looks at me sideways, she's immediately put on my hit list and never taken off. The same thing applies to my patience level with males and with females. I don't know why I'm this way, but I know it's a problem.

Number 3: There is no middle ground with my emotions. When I'm happy, everything's great. When I'm slightly upset, things are still calm and good. When I'm mad, I blow up. I am either happy or extremely angry (the angry side doesn't come out too much). I naturally don't curse, but when I'm mad, it seems like every other word coming out my mouth starts with a b, an f, or an s. All of a sudden, I'm yelling and removing accessories, as I am most likely preparing to try and fight someone (male or female-I don't discriminate in these situations). This is also a problem.

Number 4: Recently, I have adopted this "I don't care" mentality, and it's more related to the males talk to. I'm not sure if this is a problem or not, but I don't trust anyone or anything, and if this isn't an issue now, it'll become one soon.

I'm going to blame my dad for this one, because we are pretty much identical in looks and personality. So, that's my rant for the day...more to come soon!

: )