'Crastination Take #3

It's Sunday, the day where I realize that I have a shit load of homework piled up and haven't started any of it.

Actually, I don't have anything due tomorrow, so the last statement was a total lie.

In fact, I have a lot of things to do in the middle of this week, like a test on Tuesday, and a presentation either Wednesday or Thursday.

Problem with situations like this is, I decide that I'm too awesome to have to start it today, and then I wake up on the day everything is due; as the panic slowly builds I'll start thinking of how much simpler it would have been for me to have just finished everything on Sunday.

I'll proceed to waste even more time thinking of what I could have done instead of remedying the problem, which leads me into having to completely bullshit my way through evaluations, causing my beautiful marks to drop yet again, causing me to die a little more on the inside, causing me to further give up on putting effort into school, causing me to procrastinate even more, causing an endless cycle of my screwing myself up the creek.

The worst part of all of this is that, even though I can rationally foresee all the consequences of my actions now, my psychology seems to be wired in such a way that I still can't force myself to change. It's as if subconsciously, present Tommy has decided to launch a giant turd sandwich at future Tommy.

Why? Because fuck future Tommy that's why. 

Okay I don't actually mean that, I don't hate future me that much.

Time to try and force some productivity out of myself.

-tis Tommy

'Crastination Take #2

Sunday; one more day of break left.

Interestingly enough, I actually have accomplished something. One math assignment.

Then again, I did a half assed job of that in half an hour. But I did it nonetheless.

Now I just have a math test to study for, a physics assignment to finish, a programming project to prepare for, and accounting homework piled up about as high as the international space station.

But you know what, everything is fine. Because unlike other Sundays, when this kind of massive workload would cause instant panic attack, followed by much bashing of head into wall, followed by a long night of not getting any rest, this Sunday is followed by ANOTHER DAY OF BREAK.

Which means I do not do work late into the night tonight, instead I do random other shit that is NOT work.

Then tomorrow night. I cram like a mofo.

I'll write something here later

-tis Tommy

'Crastination Take #1

It's Sunday, which means tomorrow I have a metric fuck ton of work due.

I have a metric fuck ton of work due tomorrow, which means right now I'm procrastinating.

I'm procrastinating, which means I'm doing everything conceivable excluding what I am supposed to do.

Turns out, everything is freaking boring, which means that doing work is starting to look like an enjoyable alternative.

Unfortunately, I have chronic procrastination syndrome, which means I'm going to avoid work even when I clearly do not want to.

This turns into me lurking the internet in an effort to amuse myself, while constantly looking at the time and calculating exactly how much time I have to do actual work if I started right now.

......

With every glance at the clock, the panic at the back of my mind grows a little more. Yet I continue to delay.

Even as I type this, alarms are going off in my head, my brain is literally telling me to fucking stop being a retard and get to work.

When the voices in my head start to dish out logically sound advice, I know something has gone horribly awry.

Still delaying.

It seems like my entire life is just one big orgy of delays.

Then again, if I want to go into that train of thought, life is just a period of delay until death.

Damn, that was a depressing thought.

Time to look at a rainbow, that'll make me feel better.

Double the rainbow, double the better.

Feeling better, and motivated to actually do work now.

Ok well, feeling better at least.

Time to get some work done.

-tis Tommy

By the way, did you know the Harmonized Sales Tax used to be called the Blended Sales Tax?

The HST tax would've very literally have been called the BST; now that would've been honesty in policy making right there.

Damn politicians and their anal naming sense.