i am such an 11th hour person. i think that is evident by my life lately. but i hate it! i hate it i hate it i hate it! why couldn't i have writen this paper last night, or even, god forbid, slowly, starting it before it was due and maybe not turning it in three days late? why do i just barely pull stuff off half the time? i'm lucky michael didn't write this in my college rec (he let me see it. it was quite nice) but it would have been horribly appropriate. i come through when i have to, when it's important, but not much of the rest of the time. now granted, i would not have it the reverse way, but god damn it, 'couldn't i at least be an 8th or 9th hour person? and when james asked me at 1am last night how the homework was going, i wish i could have told him i had done any of it. hell, i didn't even do my theatrical paperwork last night. that's VERY unlike me. i usually do that before i do anything else. AUGH!!!!! and of cource i'm writing this instead of doing this bloody paper-ish thing.
the thought just occured to me that i have to turn in work to pass this class. and i should really get there on time today. and we have assembly, it's not like i can write it during open block instead of going to GSA or something.