I want to stab myself with a fork. Quite literally. Because I STILL haven't written those two papers mentioned in my last journal entry. Why?

It's Rupert Grint's fault. The bloody little bugger just won't leave me ALONE. He's on my wall, on my computer, in my head. I'm a loser, I know it, so don't tell me.

Also, I got a comfy new computer chair today. Now THAT was an experience worth mentioning. The putting together of it, actually.

So there were a billion different parts all labeled neatly A - M, right? So, in a very organized manner, I line them up in alphabetical order. Only to discover that there are multiple divisions of each letter. Such as A1, A2 - you get the picture.

X(

Kill me now. But wait, it gets better. I FINALLY manage to get the bottom put together, and get ready to connect it to the top, only to learn that I have done it completely ass backwards and have to re-do the entire set-up. Because I don't much fancy having to sit sideways and write at the same time.

Moral of the story =

I am the procrastinator of all procrastinators.

I have a new chair.

It didn't want to bond with my ass, so it tried every which way to NOT be put together.

The chair's name is Sheeba, Queen of the Amazon.

The End.




Did you really think I wouldn't do it?