Claire is a world class procrastinator. I mean, she makes you and I look like well adjusted adults with the way she pulls things off. To give an example, she wrote a 12 page term paper in less than eight hours earlier today. She just can’t function unless there is a deadline breathing down her neck and staring at her cleavage.
In one of her fits of listlessness in the dead week before finals, when she should have been writing papers or studying, she started talking to me.
The conversation went something like this.
Claire J: I’m bored.
Jenna C: Sorry, I’m trying to finish this paper.
Claire J: Entertain me! Give me something to read.
Jenna C: Fine! Go look at Hyperbole And a Half. She’s like us, but more adult and less functional (I love you, Allie!).
Claire was silent for a few minutes, and I got some writing down. Soon:
Claire J: That’s brilliant!
Jenna C: She’s hilarious.
Claire J: We should do that.
Jenna C: What?
Claire J: Write blogs.
Jenna C: Alright, after finals.
Two days later, Claire had a blogger page with our names on it.
In a way, this situation is a allegory for our relationship. I’m the one with the fairly sensible suggestion that Claire listens to then rejects for a more exciting plan filled with hookers and blow.
And I’ve got to say, she’s hardly ever wrong.
Claire J: I finished at four. My mind just shut itself off and was mentally catatonic for the next half hour. Mr. D had to walk me through printing it and turning it in because I just seriously couldn't handle.
ReplyDeleteJenna C: That's why we don't save 12 pages until the night before.
CJ: *Until the morning of.
JC: ...HOW HAVE YOU SURVIVED THIS LONG.
CJ: TIGER'S BLOOD.