I'm so Iconoclastic, I'm Clastic!

So, essentially, procrastination has always been the bane of my existence. I put off pretty much everything... What I put these things off for is beyond me. That saying "time is money", should really be "time is like money":
1. I really need them to do anything, yet I never have them.
2. When I get them, they're gone almost instantly.
3. Hookers require both.
4. My computer/ebay steals both from me.
5. No matter how much of either I put into my music, I will never amount to the level of skill of Son of Dust...
6. I want more of both. Right now.

What sparked all of this was the fact that I have a psychology quiz due online by midnight tomorrow. 25 points. Easy, right? Wrong. I'm probably going to bomb the hell out of this and the problem is, every time I manage to get my footing in all of my damn classes, the ground just so happens to slip out from under me. I'll study for like 6 hours the day before my exam, walk in really really prepared and the questions I receive are something along these lines:

Q1: What color was Pavlov's dog?
A) Brown
B) Nutmeg
C) Reddish-Brown
D) Light Brown
E) None of the Above

At this point I start thinking, "okay, where in the textbook did they have pictures of Pavlov's dog?" and then I realize that all the pictures were in black and white... So I start freaking out and thinking, " well, E is none of the above... It IS a possibility... Did Pavlov even have a dog? Or was that Skinner? No. That was def Pav-dog..." and then 30 minutes have gone by and I haven't even looked at the essays. But then my mind starts to trail again... "Damn you, Kevin! If you had spent more than 3 hours the night before studying, maybe you wouldn't be so stumped!" So life goes. I bomb that test and brace for the next one.

Now, skip foreword to the next exam, week before I take it: "You know, here is what I will do. I'm going to sit down the night before and set aside like 6 hours to study. I think that will work... Or maybe I can study for 20 minutes ever- OH SNAP, 18.5 HOUR MARATHON OF GOLDEN GIRLS THE NIGHT BEFORE THE TEST!!!!!!!!!!! I'M THERE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" So then I completely disregard the fact that I had to study because I need to see into the lives of Rose, Dorothy, Blanche and Sophia.
(pic related).


Needless to say, this semester hasn't been as great as the last one but there is still time to pull it around! I just chose REALLY bad classes this semester and now I'm kicking myself over it. I despise history, so why the hell am I taking two history classes about it? Why the hell am I taking Psychology in a freaking lecture hall?!? WHY THE HELL DIDN'T I REGISTER FOR CLASSES AT A BETTER TIME!?!?!?!?! WHY THE HELL AM I A FILM MINOR?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?! WHY THE HELL AREN'T I TAKING POETRY CLASSES!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?! WHO TOLD ME THE CHOICES I WAS MAKING, AS FAR AS SCHOOLING WAS CONCERNED, WERE GOOD ONES?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!

I know I shouldn't be babied along, but seriously? No one decided to step up to the plate and say, "Kevin... You are absolutely stupid beyond all belief. Don't take History of Postwar Japan. You are going to do terrible, sorry to break it to you. It won't be a fun class"

Oh well, life should get better come May.
I want to be home.
I want a dog.

this one.
I want to get going with my life.

Oscar Wilde Quote of the Day: Illusion is the first of all pleasures.