c'mon baby, don't fear the reaper
I have a research paper due at noon on Monday and I haven't even started writing it yet.
If you know me AT ALL, you won't be surprised at this revelation - I'm a chronic procrastinator.
I'm not one of those people that work well under a deadline. No, if I had started writing this paper three weeks ago when it was assigned, I'd have a paper so good that they'd have to find a letter to come before A, just so they could assign me that grade.
My problem is that I genuinely hope that, if I wish hard enough, it'll simply disappear.
I'm still holding on to my belief that this will happen sometime in the next thirty-one hours.
I just gotta get through Monday and then I'm done for the semester.
I'm going to spend three days laying on the couch in my boxers, watching All My Children.
Then I plan to be drunk for the rest of the month.
Feel free to help me out with this by sending me many bottles of Jager.
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I think one of my New Years resolutions should be to quit writing melodramatic entries. No one wants to read them and I myself look back at them and hate myself a little for being so whiny. If I could, I'd probably push myself into a mud puddle for being such a pussy. I suppose I could just stop doing the staying-up-late-by-myself-and-over-obsessing-about-stupid-shit thing. Y'know, whatever works.
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In other news, I attended my high school's homecoming basketball game yesterday.
To be completely honest, I wanted to leave after about five minutes. The only real reason I went was the same reasoning I use for maintaining a MySpace account - it's a nice way of keeping in touch with people you wouldn't bother calling. I got more hugs from people in the hour I was there than I think I've gotten so far this year. That sounds like a nice thing, but you've gotta keep in mind how much I didn't like most of the people I went to high school with. I played with the band during one half-time. The flute section is still awful and Mr. Wilkins still hasn't dealt with those pesky anger issuses.
Overall? Completely not worth it, except for the fact that it reminded me how much I don't miss high school. See, there for a while I was wondering whether I did or not.
I don't.
Also, either the freshman keep getting smaller and smaller, or the graduating class of 2011 is filled with dwarves. They're cute in the sense that they come up to my waist and look like little potatoes with shoes.
still considering taking my finals while drunk,
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