suicidal procrastination
Okay, I kid you not.
Wait, who am I even talking to?? This is like yelling at an empty room. Except this lovely room which is mine by the way happens to be the handiest "material" possession I have owned EVER. Better than my iPod. Which is useless anyway - Why do I even need 80GB worth of empty space when my laptop only has the same amount? I should have just asked for a nice new gaming console to celebrate the end of the exams instead. Having ear buds hooked on 24/7 (ok, so I skew reality here) is just detrimental and not just to be hearing abilities...which could deteriorate before I hit 30! (scare I know)...Music is distraction when I work, especially when work is dang boring.
So. I kid "me" not. My english coursework is driving me insane. Like fucking insane or something. Profanity - you fail me. The word "fuck" isn't enough to express this. To begin: procrastination is like vicious cycle. I get homework...I get home...I switch on laptop and avoid academia like the plague until after dinner...depending on the level of my self control, I work until I need to shower...then I work...and get around five hours of sleep each night. But ever since picking up Twilight (yeah, I'm going to blame this Stephenie Meyer here), I've been procrastinating even further. Cause after I had finished reading her books, I was thinking: HELL...I'M SO STARVED OF TEEN-ANGST-ROMANCE-CHICK-FLICKS (well, Twilight is more like morbid chick lit with hot guy), I start to browse fictionpress/fanfiction for the first time since summer and procrastinate.
Crap, it was so bad, I didn't work all weekend. I had math homework due this morning and I was getting started after breakfast. I got to school with ten minutes to spare, did a few more problems. Had my free and finished it but was still late for the lesson. Thank god Wilcox still thinks I'm a genius angel at math. Hey wait, I can't massage my ego like that - so pseudo-genius. I'm only good cause I worked my ass off during summer and decided to forgo socializing in favour of devouring a whole maths textbook.
---- Wow. I feel better. But i'm still procrastinating.
*my coursework is sitting in front of me but my browser is just trained on this great fic right now. hell I'm going to pay tomorrow. I can't believe I wanted to get into Cambridge this time last year, and for fucking HISTORY no less*
*shoots self*
Wait, who am I even talking to?? This is like yelling at an empty room. Except this lovely room which is mine by the way happens to be the handiest "material" possession I have owned EVER. Better than my iPod. Which is useless anyway - Why do I even need 80GB worth of empty space when my laptop only has the same amount? I should have just asked for a nice new gaming console to celebrate the end of the exams instead. Having ear buds hooked on 24/7 (ok, so I skew reality here) is just detrimental and not just to be hearing abilities...which could deteriorate before I hit 30! (scare I know)...Music is distraction when I work, especially when work is dang boring.
So. I kid "me" not. My english coursework is driving me insane. Like fucking insane or something. Profanity - you fail me. The word "fuck" isn't enough to express this. To begin: procrastination is like vicious cycle. I get homework...I get home...I switch on laptop and avoid academia like the plague until after dinner...depending on the level of my self control, I work until I need to shower...then I work...and get around five hours of sleep each night. But ever since picking up Twilight (yeah, I'm going to blame this Stephenie Meyer here), I've been procrastinating even further. Cause after I had finished reading her books, I was thinking: HELL...I'M SO STARVED OF TEEN-ANGST-ROMANCE-CHICK-FLICKS (well, Twilight is more like morbid chick lit with hot guy), I start to browse fictionpress/fanfiction for the first time since summer and procrastinate.
Crap, it was so bad, I didn't work all weekend. I had math homework due this morning and I was getting started after breakfast. I got to school with ten minutes to spare, did a few more problems. Had my free and finished it but was still late for the lesson. Thank god Wilcox still thinks I'm a genius angel at math. Hey wait, I can't massage my ego like that - so pseudo-genius. I'm only good cause I worked my ass off during summer and decided to forgo socializing in favour of devouring a whole maths textbook.
---- Wow. I feel better. But i'm still procrastinating.
*my coursework is sitting in front of me but my browser is just trained on this great fic right now. hell I'm going to pay tomorrow. I can't believe I wanted to get into Cambridge this time last year, and for fucking HISTORY no less*
*shoots self*