Further procrastination.

Blargh.
Don't you hate it when you find out a band has free downloads for their music on their website after you already went ahead and bought the album on iTunes?
Why bother putting it up for sale if you've got free downloads?
Solely for the purpose of irritating those who were too stupid to Google the band before purchasing the songs?
That must be it.
Music is out to get me.
It's the only logical explaination.
...Anyhow, on a non-paranoid note, I've still yet to finish that irony essay.
Rather, I've yet to finish the final draft. (Miraculously,) I managed to get an A- on the rough draft, so I only need to tweak the intro a mite.
Can't seem to get motivated enough to do that, though.
Which is fine with me.
I write my best work at 3 o'clock in the morning anyway.
So, I shall bid you adieu for this evening, my sweet but imaginary blog readers.
Adios.

Procrastination.

So, I am currently putting off doing my irony essay at the moment.
I've been doing pretty much everything but.
It's a bit like that old Spongebob episode.
"Spongebob: I can't write my essay knowing there's a mess in the kitchen, Gary!"
"Gary: ...Meow."
Except I don't have a snail named Gary, so I made do with my cat, Peng-Peng. Also I wouldn't be caught dead voluntarily cleaning, because that'd just be silly. If I were dead, I wouldn't be cleaning anything. I'd just be, y'know, decomposing.
Anyhow, it went a bit like this.
"Me: I can't write an essay knowing there's ingredients to make myself a sandwich in the kitchen, Peng-Peng!"
"Peng-Peng: ...Meow."
I don't know why I didn't start that stupid essay earlier. I don't even know why I'm not doing it now. I mean, it's already 6 o'clock. And I've not even started the thing.
I suppose it's just stupidity on my part.
Sigh.
All right. I'm off to attempt to write that essay. And make myself a sandwich.
I bid you adieu, sweet blog reader.

Hmm.

So, I find myself drawing more and more lately.
I've even signed up for art next year rather than taking creative writing course.
Which is bound to confuse any college that decides to interview me when I tell them I want to be an English major.
...Here's how I'd imagine that scenario might go.
College Interviewer:"So, you want to major in English, eh?"
Me:"Uh. Yes."
CI:"Yet you have a C-average in English."
Me:"Uh. Yes?"
CI:"And no creative writing, or literature appreciation classes?"
Me:"Uh. No?"
CI:"You also speak completely ineloquently. Can you even start a sentence without an 'uh?'"
Me:"...Duh?"
..Yeah.
I do want to be an English major, though. I just can't seem to find the motivation to write anything anymore.
Which is why I'm trying to write more regularly here. Get the creative juices flowing, so to speak.
Which sounds unpleasant.
However, I assure you, the result of the creative juices flowing will not be brain-goo squirting all over the place and ruining the new carpeting; nay, the result will hopefully be my brain thinking up new, interesting, perhaps even mildly witty things to write about, thus ensuring a good college interview that won't end up like the one I envisioned.
That was an impressive run-on. I should probably attempt to fix my grammar as well.
...Later, though.
The Simpsons are on now , and re-run or not, it's still more appealing than spending a half-hour trying to correct all the grammatical errors in this entry.

Alors, adieu, mon petits chous.

Parting is such sweet sorrow, that I shall say good night till it be morrow, etc., etc., more Shakespeare quotes.