Strike Three

I've decided to have a new outlook on procrastination. From now on I'm considering it a talent. No one can procrastinate and then pull out all the stops at the end like I do. Ha! Take that. Hm. So, now I will proceed to blog about useless nothings instead of doing my homework. See how impressive my skills are? Anyways, today I was facebooking (yes that is a verb and no I am not pathetic) and suddenly realized that I have struck out. I've never been good at playing the game...but within the last year I've managed to miss every pitch. There was the high ball that I swung and missed, the curve ball that I barely managed to swing at as it passed me by, and then there was the pitch, slow and straight. True to form, I didn't swing, and now I'm the loser. (If you don't catch my drift, listen to Perfect Situation by Weezer) Yeah it kind of sucks, and yes sometimes it still hurts...like poking an infected wound. But at least I can say I tried. At least I can look back and say something for myself. So while I sit on the bench for awhile and contemplate how exactly to hit that home run, I'll remember that it's better to swing and miss, then to never have swung at all.