You know, as this whole blog thing plays itself out, I realize my mind has much more to offer while I should be doing other, more important things; such as writing a paper for a class that will honestly help me about three times my entire life. Most sentient beings (I don't classify some humans I know as sentient. You know who you are. Which is ironic because that would mean they're sentient. Mind boggling stuff really. Stop reading this side note.) would agree that procrastination is the bane of our existence; a leech on precious time. I think we all take our old pal procrastination a bit too harshly. I believe it was the band Chicago that said:
"Does anybody really know what time it is
Does anybody really care
If so I can't imagine why
We've all got time enough to cry"
(I copy-pasted). That song was a smash hit, you know. To me, procrastination is a time of reflection and really an accurate look into our true feelings...
Actually everything I just said was complete bull. I am procrastinating like it's my job and I'm using this blog as my scapegoat. I hate writing papers that I am in no way shape or form interested in writing. CON OUT.
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