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I'll procrastinate later. My mouth is falling apart. And it kinda hurts. Ow. Ugh. I've got a huge radio-box attached to my waist, and I can barely move my arms, and yet, here I sit, typing away. I get to take this sucker off at 1, so I'm just counting down the hours... I'm so confused about what I'm doing right now, too. Not, like, this. I mean, I know what I'm doing RIGHT NOW. But, with school, and this heart thing... I'm going to be doing makeup work, but... this whole Biology thing is still freaking me out. There's so much to be done... I'm just kind of staring at it and blinking. Instead of doing it. It's freaky. And I kind of don't know when I'll get the courage back to tackle it. I keep trying to do the work, I just back out of it without finishing. Ugh. I hate being a procrastinator. It's not fun. I think I'm gonna go play a game. <-Ghost-> |
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