Damn my freaking ADD tendencies.
Once again, I pulled an all-nighter just because I couldn't get my lazy ass in gear. What a shocker.
I think I ended up in bed by 4:30, but I'm not totally sure. My mind was shut down by around three. And of course, that wasn't the worst part.
Fourth period today I was graced with the knowledge that my outline was going to be collected tomorrow. My teacher forgot to collect them in one of her earlier classes.
A little piece of me died when I heard that.
Admittedly, I wasn't working on my outline the whole time. As evident in my last post, procrastination is a regular part of my life.
But still. Low blow.
And now I need to go take a nap and think of a positive topic to blog about next time.
Monday, March 9, 2009
What the hell am I doing up so late?
Why?
Ok. So yeah. It's 2:34AM, on a school night, and here I am writing a blog entry. I guess you can call it a distraction or whatever, but it's stupid. I get it.
Damn my procrastination.
I do this every time. I really don't know why, but I do. I get an assignment a week (maybe even two) in advance and I wait until the midnight before it's due to actually start it.
And here we are.
My social homework is plopped comfortably on my bed while database articles on the pros and cons of young adult literature are scattered across my already cluttered desk. I have Inspiration conveniently hidden in the taskbar while I type away in this here blog. Which brings us back to my original question.
Why?
Why must I do this to myself every damn time? Because I can pull it off. And it's times like these when I wish just one time, one little bitty time, that I fail. Maybe then I'll stop posting pointless blog entries in the middle of the night and get my homework done in advance.
Problem solved.
Ok. So yeah. It's 2:34AM, on a school night, and here I am writing a blog entry. I guess you can call it a distraction or whatever, but it's stupid. I get it.
Damn my procrastination.
I do this every time. I really don't know why, but I do. I get an assignment a week (maybe even two) in advance and I wait until the midnight before it's due to actually start it.
And here we are.
My social homework is plopped comfortably on my bed while database articles on the pros and cons of young adult literature are scattered across my already cluttered desk. I have Inspiration conveniently hidden in the taskbar while I type away in this here blog. Which brings us back to my original question.
Why?
Why must I do this to myself every damn time? Because I can pull it off. And it's times like these when I wish just one time, one little bitty time, that I fail. Maybe then I'll stop posting pointless blog entries in the middle of the night and get my homework done in advance.
Problem solved.
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