Blogger Swap Day 2k8!

(Today is the 20something blogger swap day! Catch me over at When in Rome posting about a friend who may have overdosed on NoDoz. Seriously. And as for my blog? Ohmygoshi, take it away!)

Yay for Blog Swapping! I'm Ohmygoshi from When in Rome, and I've taken over for the day! Are you pumped? I am! Since it's now 2am when I'm finally getting around to sending this off, I thought it would be appropriate to talk about just how late I can be.

I was born to be late. Seriously, I was four days overdue. The doctors had to come in and get me, because I was a huge no-show.

Ever since then, everything I do is late. I'm such a huge procrastinator that I have to set deadlines for myself a WEEK before they're really due. I run on OST: Ohmygoshi Standard Time.

Here's the funny part: I'm super obsessed with my datebook. I LOVE to write in it and fill it up with all my deadlines, and meetings, and birthdays, and dinners, and days off. It's color coded, red is for due dates, blue is for meetings, and black is for random other things.

Are you starting to see the irony of my life?

How can I possibly be so organized and have it together, only to run so late in every other aspect of my life? I don't get it. I think part of it is that my family is a running-after-time kind of family. I can't tell you how many times we've almost missed our flights and had to RUN to the gate. I'm always late to parties, although this is usually because I don't like to be the first one there, but once I was even late to my own 16th birthday party! (although, in my defense, it's because my mom sent me out to the mall to get something 5 minutes before people started to get there...) I've been getting better though, trying to do stuff in advance, and get stuff out of the way, and it's kind of refreshing not having to freak out about a project the night before it's due.

I think part of me secretly loves the thrill of getting it done just in time. I love the adrenaline, the rush of it, the coffee buzz at 3am, and I work better under pressure. I've pulled all-nighters since high school, when I would be up all night working on World Lits or Extended Essays. No Doz and I are quite familiar with one another. Even when I try to be on time, leave 10 minutes early, start a project two weeks before it's due, something always happens that pushes me behind. Things like, I get seriously lost on my way to meet some friends, or I agree to take on one too many projects. My days off, I still wake up in a panic because I think I'm late to something or another. I will say, though, that the day after you've turned in work after a week's worth of stress and cramming, is a great day. You feel so relieved. You can sleep til 12 and NOT scramble to get back to the library. You can play online, and not have 16 tabs open all related to the advertising campaigns and strategies. It is awesome.

It's like in the movies, the wire to the bomb is never cut until the last possible second. It builds suspense, but then makes for a happy ending.

That's just how my life works.