Ain't no PhD in my future

I feel like this picture right now.


I have to write 25 pages by this Wednesday. As of right now, I have about 10 characters written: my name and student number (hey, at least the title page is moving along...). I decided to treat myself and take it easy because I've spent the last 2 nights staying up until 3am doing yet another paper. Instead of getting this next paper started today, I've decided to update my friendster photos and create yet ANOTHER online journal...you know, because these things are so VERY necessary. No matter how old I get, I cannot kick this horrible procrastination habit. It must be a disease. It must.

I wonder how I even managed to get into grad school in the first place. It must have been my other personalities that got me through my 3rd and 4th year papers. I don't know how people do it: spend their lives devoted to academia. At this rate, I'll never get my thesis done, unless I decide to do a textual and visual analysis of how youth develop borderline personality through the process of online journaling! I guarantee it will be original research....


Bleh. In other news, I'm welcoming myself to blogspot since my girlfriends and even the BF refuse to join me at livejournal. I am such a victim of peer pressure.