This one is for the procrastinators among us.

So, you think you put things off alot? Throw toghether that last second assignment the night before its due, eh? Well, let me tell you the story of my afternoon, then we'll see who really has the worst work ethic, ever. Basically, it started out as a normal Wednesday, food was ate, a movie was watched, all the basics covered. I even had a diet coke today, in case you didn't know, you can still get them in the Pit Stop (it feels like buying pre-embargo cuban cigars from some guy on the corner, but who cares, its DC.) After the Film, a very excellent Do the Right Thing by Spike Lee, I went to participate in a study for a friend of Tyrell's, on squatting. This was at the same time interesting and somewhat painful, as we were doing parallel squats in multiple sets, and my technique is decidedly non-parallel since high school ended. Regardless, after this was over I made the walk down hillsborough, made some spaghetti, and watched the retro game. Here began the downward spiral of activity. Somehow the complex mixture of spinach pasta and Southpaw Light turned into sleeping potion, and boom, before even the end of the second half, I was out on the couch. This would be a good time to mention that for Thursday I had TWO papers due, one for poli 80 (a 2 pager) and one for engl 42 (a 4 pager). My deep sleep was halted by the arrival of Chris, and I moved myself and the laptop to the room, in the hopes of getting underway with the boresome shit that had to be completed. But alas, the sensual ruffles of my asshole bed were calling to me, and to there I proceeded to go. Around 11:30 I got up, somewhat sleepdrunk but ready for coffee and asskicking. The coffee part happened as planned, drank a bigass dose of the hellpoison mixed with splenda, and proceeded to pick up the laptop. Then, the bastard AIM decided tonight would be the night of 2000 conversations. It always happens, without fail, that if you want to do things on your laptop, people that are always away will suddenly be summoned by the AIM satan and begin to steal your attention. However, I pressed onward. About one line into my first paper, I decided it was time for a softdrink. It now being about 1 am, the choices were limited, and I drove to the vending machine at the BP down the road, looking for diet coke of course. Hell no, sold out. So I get Shitty mello yello, proceed back to the house, and bust out the Poli 80 paper by about 2 am. Now I have obviously been dragging ass, and it was time to get in the mode for English 42, all I had to do was find a few E-journals and I was set. Ha, yeah, E-journals. Fucking E-journals. After about an hour of searching I found something that might be useful, for another topic other than the one I had decided to do. So I change it up, and proceed with the writing, it now being about 4:30. Then another soda desire strikes, and it's off to the vending machine again, more mello yello, less paper writing. I start seeing things out of the corner of my eye, listening to Sublime on repeat, and using However repeatedly in my paper. In case you didn't know this, it sounds fuckdamnedly stupid to repeatedly start sentances with However, Often times, So that, etc. Not that I really care at this point, but it's something my ENGLISH TA might pick up on. So, fix that. Then, I begin to notice a change out the window, some weird light in the sky. I realize, oh shit, the sun is coming up. This should tell you how often I've been awake before 10 am. Amazed that the sun actually comes up this slowly, I become distracted out the window watching the trees come into focus. Finally, one last burst of energy, paper completed, mission accomplished, it's early as hell. And I wear the all night crown, king of procrastination, worst of the focusers, future failure and likely bum living with parents. Welcome to my kingdom, bitches.