the art of procrastination...
Some things just never get old.
At least not old enough to die.
Like at this very moment. I vaguely (no, clearly) remember being here three years ago.
600 words to go.
and I've come to a new theory of why I like to leave essays until the last day.
Not necessarily that I like to. But I do. And right now I don't mind it.
Because when you (when I) think about it (the essay) for long enough without writing anything down,
I believe my mind tricks itself into thinking that I already wrote it.
So much thinking.
So little producing.
And then I have to have to have to write it because I have to hand it in in the morning
(in in)
and all I can think about is everything BUT what I've spent so much time thinking about in the first place.
yay for growing up and finally liking coffee. and by coffee I mean americano.
but that's not important.
though it does seem to make this even more fun.
it is an art.
i am it's artist.
write on!
At least not old enough to die.
Like at this very moment. I vaguely (no, clearly) remember being here three years ago.
600 words to go.
and I've come to a new theory of why I like to leave essays until the last day.
Not necessarily that I like to. But I do. And right now I don't mind it.
Because when you (when I) think about it (the essay) for long enough without writing anything down,
I believe my mind tricks itself into thinking that I already wrote it.
So much thinking.
So little producing.
And then I have to have to have to write it because I have to hand it in in the morning
(in in)
and all I can think about is everything BUT what I've spent so much time thinking about in the first place.
yay for growing up and finally liking coffee. and by coffee I mean americano.
but that's not important.
though it does seem to make this even more fun.
it is an art.
i am it's artist.
write on!