the byooty of procrastination

i do not think it is very conceited of me to proclaim that i am the master [mistress does NOT sound good] of procrastination.
so there.

let's explain in detail how procrastination occurs and the byooty and joy that come with it.
procrastination is seeing a pile of homework or whatever staring [glaring, more like] right at you, calling and beseeching you to just move your arse and get it done.
but you dont.
so you sit there, wasting time doing nothing at all in complete bliss that chosen ignorence provides

it calls out to you again and again and again for the next few days, weeks, months..and you still dont. gawd! what a sense of power!!

....then, finally....
you move your arse.
you sit down and do whatever you have to do and there's just this energy about it..they mysticism of 'last-minute rituals' and it is absofuckingly fantastic! cuz hey, i do GREAT last minute work.
when i have all the time in the world [which is not often but there ARE times] i ponder about the bloody thing do much, obsess over the little stuff and just ruin the whole friggin' thing.
the last time i had a last minute magic moment was the eve of teacher's day when i stayed up till 3 am struggling with corrugated cardboard, newspaper and wires that were bent upon poking every digit that i owned to create a number of collage cards whichi have to say, were pretty good. heheh.

let procrastination reign forever!!!