The World doesn't want me to study

It's so true! It seems as if every time I get an ounce of desire to hit the books something comes up to relinquish any motivation I tirelessly worked so hard to gain.

For instance: sports.

I know, some of you may be thinking..."but, you're a girl, how do you like sports? Isn't that a pretty male thing to do?". My only answer to that is...you don't know me at all. I LOVE sports, and it appears as though this year it has been taken to a new level. I followed college football more closely this year than I have in years past. Now I am beginning to regret it. Because I have devoted an insurmountable time of my Saturdays to ESPN's College Gameday, ABC, and Kyle Field, the championship games taking place as I write out this (very procrastinator) blog post carry major significance. BUT I HAVE TO STUDY. I've locked myself away in a secluded room for the past 3 days straight and have only accomplished one-third of what I need to before Monday and Wednesday. The t.v. is once again calling my name and every now and then I get the "what's watching the game for 20 minutes going to hurt?" feeling. However, I know myself better than I want to believe. I know that if I turn on the tube and begin to watch football I'll get sucked in and go from studying at a good, reasonable pace to "wait...don't I have a final on Monday I should have been studying for for the past 8 hours?".

Another thing that doesn't help was the Fightin' Texas Aggie Basketball game last night that I attended (and was SO glad I did). It was one of the most exciting, loud, and awesome games I have attended at this splendid University. The Aggies were losing by at least 9-8 points the WHOLE game, even sinking into a deficit of 15 points from time to time. Nevertheless, everyone knows Aggies never give up, and the boys basketball team proved that. The intensity of the second half was one I had never experienced before, and when Nathan Walkup hit the three pointer to put our team ahead by 1 with only 17 seconds left...my feet couldn't find the floor. The final buzzer sounded and Reed Arena went crazy. Granted, we had been going crazy for the past 12 minutes but this time we took our excitement out onto the floor and celebrated with the team.

Now, I can't get this game (and excitement I still feel about it) out of my head. It makes me want to watch another finger bitting, thrilling sports match up, and what venue offers that any better than conference championships?

The world doesn't want me to study, but I guess I am going to anyway, and I promise to try as hard as I can to keep away from the television. I can't promise that when 7 p.m. rolls around I'll still be locked in my room (cause, really, who can take 9 straight hours of studying anyway?), but for now I'll keep to my Music of the Americas and Geology notes because I have not one but TWO finals on Monday, and then two MORE on Wednesday.

Wish me luck....Wait...is that Guitar Hero I hear playing in the next room over?.....

Shirley :)