I Am A Shopaholic

It is currently Saturday morning and I have decided to attempt to be productive for the day. I have a four page paper due this week, and a ten page paper due next week. I am sitting in the Michigan Union in a study room with my phone on airplane mode so I will have no distractions.

Unfortunately, that is not the case though.

I reward myself for beginning my research on my first paper by going on Pinterest, for what I say will be a quick scroll through my feed, but really turns into a fifteen minute sidetrack into thousands of pins and me clicking on websites to try to buy the cute clothes I see. I usually find more things I like on that website than the original item I was looking for and then create a cart on that website full of clothes that I plan to order once I get back to my dorm room and can grab my credit card number. (I usually have it memorized, but I just got a new one that I haven’t learned yet.)

This routine happens roughly every half an hour for the entirety of my studying.

When I convince myself that I have enough of my paper done on a Saturday, I walk back to my room. I decide to check my email on the walk back to see that I have a package in the package room. You can only guess what my package(s) are - clothes. Luckily for my bank account it is formal season so the majority of the dresses I ordered will be going back once I decide which to wear.

Yes, I’m a shopaholic. I might as well embrace it.

Sorry bank account.

Love,