Don't it make you wanna dance?

Hello, I'm a lazy ass hippie, and I am so easily distracted as to be unable to complete something as simple as a syllabus for my independent study without flaking off into thinking about...well, quite honestly, anything but writing the syllabus. Hell, I might even wash dishes or vacuum.
I wish I could find the chord to plug my record player into my speakers so I could listen to the Jerry Jeff album I bought at the Sally Army today...that would distract me from doing school work for awhile anyway. It is a 2 album set...that should be enough time to--well, by the time the album was over I'd probably have to stop "working" and watch the Daily Show. Sadly, I can't find the proper wires--since I live in a palatial home and it would require calling the help in after hours to find my misplaced electronic equiptment.
It's when I'm busy like this that I find it necessary to look up flights to places where I am not. I could TOTALLY fly to Newark, NJ for $112 round trip this weekend. That would...mean I was spending the weekend in Jersey...I hear they have trains that allow a person to leave there. Course, if I were to go to Jersey or the city I wouldn't be able to NOT make plans that would facilitate seeing awesome late night TV. To go and not take advantage of the available free tickets to live tapings would be a damn shame.
Bleh-I have no topic---I mean-I HAVE a topic, a well thought out, long researched, always becoming more clear and chock full o' insight, topic, the sort of topic people have made careers out of researching and can be carried on to infinity---but I have no organization skills. Everything gets done but I've never in my forsaken life been so organized as to know what I'm going to do in 2 weeks much less 2 months. Really, I just want to write on this syllabus: "Y'know what, I'm mostly thinkin' we should just go with the flow...see what happens...it's all good, right? K? Good-I'm goin' down to the pub for a quick pint before class, yr welcome to join me, my treat-if not-glad we had this talk.Right-I'm out-peace."
I consider myself in possession of some balls-but no one has balls that big.
Did I just agree to participate in an arbitron survey? What kind of madness has overcome me?
Alright-gotta go work on my intellectual gravitas.