procrastination.

I am staring at a blank piece of paper. This blank piece of paper is supposed to be my Literature Essay. After staring at this blank piece of paper for a good 15 minutes, I have come to a sudden realisation, that no syira, the thousand word essay will not magically appear before my eyes. And no, if I snap my fingers my pen won’t suddenly start writing the essay without my brain thinking of what to write. And by blogging, I am only wasting time when I really should be writing this essay. Plus another 2 incomplete essays. Which is due before Monday.

coffeecoffeecoffeecoffee. hey notice when you drink coffee, your piss will smell like coffee too!

ps: oh dear, if you could only start living in the present, not the future not the past but the frigging present, everybodys lives would be so much better. and you would find, that you would be much happier. so stop dwelling on the past. what’s done is done. get over it. and piss off.