Procrastinating

I'm very good at it.

I have a massive paper due on Friday and I haven't started.

And people think I'm smart.

I spent the past hour staring at the computer screen, literally.

I had an MSN marathon with a friend and he's stressing out about his life.

See, he's the type of guy that plans everything. From what he'll wear for the day down to what food he'll have for dinner.

He is somewhat of a bore vanilla.

He lives on the other side of the world and yet, if I'm online, he asks me which DVD to rent, which food to order in and if it's time for him to have a haircut.

See? Boring.Vanilla.

One time he asked me, "So what do you want to do when you grow up?"

To which I answered, "Dunno. Where ever I end up is where I'm meant to be."

I really really do not plan my life.

I have my mother to do that for me.

I'm irresponsible. I procrastinate.

Everything.

From making plans with my friends.

To going on dates.

To writing my paper.

I have this twisted way of feeling uber productive when I can hear the clock ticking. When in the last minute, I realize that it's now or never. I get things done at the very last minute.

I'm a clutch performer.

I'm not saying it's a good trait.

My shrink Psychologists say it's actually a psychological disorder crazy trait.

Crazy with a side of insanity.

That's me!!