Monday, January 19, 2004
self-altercation
ok. i need to murder myself.
smashing my cranium in with my 10 Real SATs book.
all 500 odd pages of it.
I HAVEN'T STUDIED
*sigh*
i am so screwed.
i am the family's wastrel.
such a THOUGHTLESS bitch.
oh man oh man oh man
CAN YOU JUST GET YOUR ASS DOWN TO STUDYING?
welcome back to reality.
procrastinator dith.
are there any DRUGS that SUPRESS procrastination?
that's sO dith.
either she enthusiastically embarks on a new project
quickly losing ground
interest wanes
stagnates.
half-fufilled duties.
or
she doesn't start AT ALL
either someone has to be burdened with HER task
or nothing gets done.
either that
or if it's something she really HAS TO DO
(like study)
she will only do so at the eleventh fifty-ninth and fifty-nine seconds hour.
that 23:59:59 for you
or even worse,
it could be
23:59:59:99
*sigh*
*bashes her cranium in once more with the SAT book*
STUDY, DAMMIT.
...and
dith babbled on at the insane hour of 12:36:00 PM