procrastination.

i wish i could snap my fingers and this paper be done. i know what to say, i just don't know HOW to say it. i have three pages and it's supposed to be five. i'm thinking i'm going to go over five, but i'm worried that my teacher's going to see through the bs. aghhh. i really need a good grade in this class. and by good grade, i mean at least a c.

when did my definition of good grade go from a's to c's? oh yeah, when i came to college. unfortunately, mom and dad don't see it that way. lame.

why can i write plenty on here, but when it comes to talking about british poetry, i can barely figure out what to say?

i've already had one 16oz monster and i'm about half-way through a 24oz one. my heart may very well stop once i finish this one. i already feel really jittery. maybe i should stop drinking it. i also have to pee. yep, the top's going back on the can.

i'm really tempted to just work for like 30 more minutes and then finish the rest of the paper tomorrow. it's not due til 6PM. we're leaving for columbia at 3PM. meaning if i got up at 10AM, that would give me 5 hours to shower (which i would only need 30 minutes for) and finish up a page and a half worth of a paper. sooo 4 and a half hours for one and a half pages? i think i can do that. well, let's take away an hour for facebook, since i always find myself randomly wandering over to that website. that's still three and a half hours for one and a half pages. i can't do the math right now, but i'm thinking that's like half a page per hour?

yeah, this is how my procrastination thought process goes.