Self-motivation...I need some

I went to sleep last night with every intention of having a highly productive day today. I began the lengthy task of washing my clothes, tied up some loose ends with my money situation, began my self-portrait, began finalizing plans for two major trips, and then went to sleep early, knowing I have a lot to complete today.

As I'm sure you can guess, I woke up, and was disappointed to find that I had lost all sense of motivation. I crawled out of bed at ten to find my clothes from the previous day dry, yet crunchy. The dryer at my apartment doesn't actually dry much other than underwear and socks --and even that is a stretch-- so I hung all of my clothes outside to dry yesterday and brought them in right before heading to sleep. This morning I was pleased to find them dry, however they had that "I was dried naturally" cruncy feeling --not my favorite, yet I'm trying to learn to love it --they were dried without using electricity after all...that should be a good thing. I can't help but think of how spoiled I am to be disappointed that my jeans are crunchy...

So after having folded yesterday's laundry, I began a load for today which I believe is still running...I think I'll go check...

Yep...still running. Let it be known that my clothes are still being washed after almost two hours. What a ridiculous difference from the half an hour wash time from back home. Anyway, I put in my laundry and walked back through the kitchen to find a mound of dishes from last night's dinner still in the sink. I reached deep down, found a bit of motivation, rolled up my sleeves, and got to work. After washing the dishes, I went through and cleaned out the fridge and a few more drawers --There are so many drawers and random cooking utensils in our kitchen that we washed the majority and then have been taking it day by day cleaning out the rest. I then made myself some toast, and curled up with Mark's laptop to check my mail.

I suppose this sounds all good and productive, but what I really need to be doing is going to the centro to look for objects to use in my collage. I have an entire collage to complete before tuesday along with a self-portrait to complete before monday. I don't know what it is about this country, whether it's the people, or the environment, or the weather --which is currently rather gloomy (I'm choosing to attribute a great deal of my lackluster mood to this), but I can't seem to get motivated to do my homework and go to class. I suppose I'm used to waking up and looking out my window to see a school building as a reminder that I have class and should be doing homework. But here, my university is half an hour away, and I don't have any real reminder other than myself that I should be getting to work. I'm more excited to be planning my trip to the desert or to Bolivia than I am to be doing my homework. Don't get me wrong, I still love painting and drawing and I have mini projects floating through my brain constantly, but it just seems such a shame to be doing assigned projects when I'm in a new and fascinating environment. I feel as though I just want to run around and take it all in and react to it on my own time rather than being forced to create art on a schedule --I don't create on a schedule, and this fact seems amplified here.

Well now that I've gone on and on about how I need to get off my butt, I'm going to go do it. It's time to fight back against the gloom of the day and go collect things from the city...wish me luck...