The Art of Procrastination

"I'll do it tomorrow" is probably the statement that has gotten me the most amount of shit in my life. But do I still use it? Hell yes. Do I want to keep using it? No. But it's like taking a bath. You do it even if you don't want to. Then again, taking a bath usually leads to positive consequences where as procrastination is a one-way ticket to Fuckedville.

I haven't completed my application to RareJob yet. It's been a week, and I can't bring myself to finish that 45-item quiz that seems to suck the life out of me after every question that I answer. But I NEED the money. Well, okay, need is a strong word. I want it. Because I want to buy 4 shirts, 3 dresses and a skirt on Multiply. Whatever my mother says, I believe that one can never have too many clothes.

But I digress.

I promised that I would review for my Japanese exam again, since it has been rescheduled to September, but I haven't touched my notes since Monday. I WILL READ IT AGAIN. I SWEAR. But not now. Tomorrow.

Oh shit, here we go again.

Arkkkk!!!!

Just in case you're wondering, yes, I do hate Rebecca Black's Friday (like everybody else within 10 light years of the earth). But I also can't help feeling pity for her. Can you imagine going back to school when everyone and their grandmother has seen your bashed video on YouTube and all the music critics rose up in unison to trample your fragile dreams of becoming the next Britney Bieber? I gotta tell you, the fact that she hasn't committed suicide means that Rebecca Black has one of the strongest wills on the planet. Not too strong to stab the Friday lyricist with a screwdriver but you gotta give the girl some props.

I'm sure she never imagined her song could evoke such extreme negative emotions, but Rebecca, honey, it would've helped if you tried not to look traumatized by your own song (is that even the right term for it? Or autotuned words with a beat fit more?). Ah, what teenage girls do to achieve (in)fame(y).

Case in point: