Procrastination.
Nanashi
There is a myriad of things that I would rather be doing than actually writing an essay on how miraculous the love is between Tristan and Isolde. Seriously. I would rather play a gabajillion rounds of Tetris, re-organise my entire closet in alphabetical order/ ROYGBIV order than work on this damn essay. Not even the incentive that it's for Hot French Professor's class motivates me to begin. I read the damn book, sorted out quotes...but no words come. No inspiration nor drive.
So close to graduating...so damn close.
I have little Angel/Devil Lala's on either side of my shoulder telling me the pros and cons of not writing.
Little Akuma is winning.
If I DON'T do it...I just have to work hard on getting awesome marks in everything else. My grade may be lower...but Whatevs.
I just want to graduate at this point....seriously. Then work like nobody's business to pay off debts and then come back possibly for Criminology
Oooh! I almost forgot! The essay that I handed in for Islamic Civ (you know the one, where I thought it was the crappiest piece of academic work I've ever submitted) I got the highest mark in the class. OMFG, I swear to you, I was expecting a low C to a D...but an A?!? Geez! That means, I'm thiiiiiiiiiis much closer to getting rid of the dreaded "F" on my transcript forever. All I have to do for that class are the damn weekly quizzes, one essay and one exam. Then freedom awaits me!
*TWO HOURS LATER*
Fuck that. I did a review of the courses I need to graduate. I still need 12 credits (or the equivalent of 3 courses) to graduate. Apparently French Studies changed their requirements and now my potential exchange ideas have gone down the drain.
Fuck Fuck Fuck! *takes breath*
I want to travel. So damn BADLY. Why?! Why am I doomed to spend another summer in school?! ARGH. I just want to graduate. In October. Then I want to get a full-time job and pay off debts, free myself and actually have SAVINGS. I have so many things I want to accomplish: take Jamie to Peru for her Wedding Dress, Get rid of the damn line of credit that continues to suck my soul, TRAVEL.
I swear to God, if that damn 2081 Written Communication class is not offered in the Summer, I will cry. And break something. Perhaps commit murder. Who knows. Expect an epic and scary rampage.
I think it's about that time that I go to bed.
*Fumes*
Peace, love and chocolate chip cookie dough
ME
There is a myriad of things that I would rather be doing than actually writing an essay on how miraculous the love is between Tristan and Isolde. Seriously. I would rather play a gabajillion rounds of Tetris, re-organise my entire closet in alphabetical order/ ROYGBIV order than work on this damn essay. Not even the incentive that it's for Hot French Professor's class motivates me to begin. I read the damn book, sorted out quotes...but no words come. No inspiration nor drive.
So close to graduating...so damn close.
I have little Angel/Devil Lala's on either side of my shoulder telling me the pros and cons of not writing.
Little Akuma is winning.
If I DON'T do it...I just have to work hard on getting awesome marks in everything else. My grade may be lower...but Whatevs.
I just want to graduate at this point....seriously. Then work like nobody's business to pay off debts and then come back possibly for Criminology
Oooh! I almost forgot! The essay that I handed in for Islamic Civ (you know the one, where I thought it was the crappiest piece of academic work I've ever submitted) I got the highest mark in the class. OMFG, I swear to you, I was expecting a low C to a D...but an A?!? Geez! That means, I'm thiiiiiiiiiis much closer to getting rid of the dreaded "F" on my transcript forever. All I have to do for that class are the damn weekly quizzes, one essay and one exam. Then freedom awaits me!
*TWO HOURS LATER*
Fuck that. I did a review of the courses I need to graduate. I still need 12 credits (or the equivalent of 3 courses) to graduate. Apparently French Studies changed their requirements and now my potential exchange ideas have gone down the drain.
Fuck Fuck Fuck! *takes breath*
I want to travel. So damn BADLY. Why?! Why am I doomed to spend another summer in school?! ARGH. I just want to graduate. In October. Then I want to get a full-time job and pay off debts, free myself and actually have SAVINGS. I have so many things I want to accomplish: take Jamie to Peru for her Wedding Dress, Get rid of the damn line of credit that continues to suck my soul, TRAVEL.
I swear to God, if that damn 2081 Written Communication class is not offered in the Summer, I will cry. And break something. Perhaps commit murder. Who knows. Expect an epic and scary rampage.
I think it's about that time that I go to bed.
*Fumes*
Peace, love and chocolate chip cookie dough
ME