Cottage Patio 2- Awkward 0

Dearest Followers,
Sorry I haven't posted in a long time. I'm sure the suspense has been killing you. So much has happened since the last time I posted. Most importantly, I have suffered yet another injury at the hands of the cottage patio. Some of you may not remember but freshmen year I concussed myself dancing one fateful Saturday night on the cottage patio. Well the cottage patio struck again! Womp Womp and I were raging on the dancer floor last Wednesday night and things got a little crazy (y'all know how Womp Womp and I get) and I twisted me knee. Although I was in great pain, I did not succumb to it--I raged on! I thought I had won--vindicated after 2 years. But no, I was defeated once again -- I'm now on crutches. But fear not because when the cottage patio is least expecting I will get my revenge.

This is story is both my high, low and something I've accomplished.
However, it is not my haiku.

This is my haiku:
Procrastination
The topic of my JP
Due soon but not done

Forever yours,
Awkward

It's a beautiful day here in Princeton.

For those who are not here, Princeton life right now is just about the same as it has always been. There is the everlasting grind of books, papers and exams, precepts, presentations, and the daily ethical struggles-- should I charge another coffee to my prox? Is it really WRONG to sneak a bottle of water or a string cheese into Marquand? Is my conscience heavy because of the four casual beers I had yesterday afternoon? Each day we confront such monumental moral dilemmas.

Right now I'm feeling less than great because I skipped my seminar to work on my JP in Marquand and none of the tables I like to sit at are open. I'll leave you with the haunting evidence of my procrastination below.


Haiku:

Marquand is the pits--
I just want to bring my books
outside in the sun.

isn't princeton exciting.
-mopes

One upped on the Snuggie

Take that, America.