I'm a Lazy-Ass ...
... and it's okay. (Really. It is.)
I have accepted my lazy-ass status as inevitable and have consequently moved on. You should too - because, honestly now, don't think I'll be making any progress on that front anytime soon. It's all quite unfortunate, actually.
Term papers are consuming my soul - which isn't really all that surprising, but still. One day I will learn that procrastination never really pays off in the end. But until that day, I will live in horrified and scatterbrained bliss. (Okay, well, perhaps bliss is the wrong word to be using in such situations. But who's counting? And, really, what does counting have to do with anything?)
Onto more important and intriguing topics ... not that I really have any of those. But I can pretend! (And you can pretend to be interested - it's a beautiful thing.)
Have finally acquired a copy of American Psycho. Bought it for my very own - because, seriously Blockbuster, you are a complete and utter disgrace to humanity. Your selection is appalling. Ahem, yes. Anyhow ... I have a movie! (And, even better, I have a movie that involves Christian Bale's abs and a chainsaw. Mmm ...)
My bizarre and disturbing obsession with serial killers pleases me. (Frightens others, perhaps - but pleases me.) Oh Forensic Psychology class, we are going to have some fun times next semester ...
I will leave it at that for now. Will be back in due time with commentary on abs and chainsaws. (Not necessarily in that particular order.)
On Choir: "My back is going to break - and then I am going to kill you. I will beat you with my spinal chord." (Context? What context?)
I have accepted my lazy-ass status as inevitable and have consequently moved on. You should too - because, honestly now, don't think I'll be making any progress on that front anytime soon. It's all quite unfortunate, actually.
Term papers are consuming my soul - which isn't really all that surprising, but still. One day I will learn that procrastination never really pays off in the end. But until that day, I will live in horrified and scatterbrained bliss. (Okay, well, perhaps bliss is the wrong word to be using in such situations. But who's counting? And, really, what does counting have to do with anything?)
Onto more important and intriguing topics ... not that I really have any of those. But I can pretend! (And you can pretend to be interested - it's a beautiful thing.)
Have finally acquired a copy of American Psycho. Bought it for my very own - because, seriously Blockbuster, you are a complete and utter disgrace to humanity. Your selection is appalling. Ahem, yes. Anyhow ... I have a movie! (And, even better, I have a movie that involves Christian Bale's abs and a chainsaw. Mmm ...)
My bizarre and disturbing obsession with serial killers pleases me. (Frightens others, perhaps - but pleases me.) Oh Forensic Psychology class, we are going to have some fun times next semester ...
I will leave it at that for now. Will be back in due time with commentary on abs and chainsaws. (Not necessarily in that particular order.)
On Choir: "My back is going to break - and then I am going to kill you. I will beat you with my spinal chord." (Context? What context?)