Procrastination

Panda bears. Chocolate milk. Potato chips. Surfin the interwebs. Inviting Eunice over when you should be typing an essay. Writing a new blog when you should be writing an essay.
Procrastinating.
A really long word that takes too long to say. It's fancy for lazy.
Maybe it's a gene. Like the ability to put your foot behind your head or do simple algebra really fast in your head.
Or do complex algebra in your head.
*Cough cough eunice.*
Everytime you know you should be doing something important.
But hey, four more days.
5760 minutes to be exact.
hey, when you put it that way you've got all the time in the world. Or a large sum of it anyway.
and some how you end up doing it three hours before midnight (196 minutes).
But you can't work without music so you turn on youtube, and then you check your email because you thought something important was in there (there wasn't anything).
Of course you finish, with 19 minutes to 12pm, and your mom is really pissed, and you know you will be tired in the morning.
But hey, it's quality work and you still got an A.... ok a B- but what's the difference really.

And you promise it won't happen again and you organize and research and prepare.
And then it's 196 minutes to the due date and not typed.

Oh well.
I would change but.... I can do that later.