I waste so much time

This is my life.

I have four assignments due tomorrow. FOUR! How long have I had to work on it? Well, a couple of month. And tomorrow is exactly one hour, fifty-six minutes away. What can I say, this is the level of procrastination I have reached. To quote Percy Jackson, deadlines aren't real to me unless I'm staring one in the face.

Which is why now you can picture me feverishly keying words into the ol' google machine, as brilliant ideas fail to flow from my furious typing fingers. Wikipedia you're my only hope now. I'm still on my first assignment. Reader, I should blame you, writing this post is another result of procrastination, that I am desperately trying to avoid.

Iwastesomuchtime.com exactly epitomizes my life. I want sleep. Nay, I NEED sleep. But, sleep is for the weak. I am not weak. I WILL get past all the hurdles and obstacles procrastination throws at me and I will complete my assignments. YES, ALL OF THEM!

Sigh, we shall see.

SADIST TEACHERS DO YOU SEE WHAT YOUR'E DOING TO ME? AND YET YOU SLAM ME WITH SO MUCH HOMEWORK. I hope y'all are happy.

Blogger, I hardly know her

Dear Reader,

Let me begin by saying well done, you have successfully completed your mission of finding my first blog post. Quite an achievement, I say, given the size of the internet. Yes, it is official. I've finally given in to the world of blogging. I know I'm a little late to the party. But hey, I always was a late bloomer.

Or maybe I'm feeling a little inspired by the ol' writers of yore who took to recording their emotions using sticks in sand or quilling their thoughts on ye butterflies, huzzah on endless scrolls of parchment. Me? I'm gonna just let my fingers dance on these keys hoping to string together words that will adequately display my scattered thoughts, interrupted by random attempts at humour.

Speaking of humour, what happens to a frog's car when it breaks down.
It gets toad away.

(cue hysterical laughter)

Reader, I do hope you stick around. Because the one thing all the writers of yore had in common, they meant their writings to be shared.

And so a journey begins. Will you come with me?

dtba, A.