Hi, I'm Allison and I procrastinate. See, I procrastinated BEDA until April 13, if that's any clue. I mean, when I'm doing "homework" there's so many other things I could be doing:
INSTEAD OF HOMEWORK I COULD...
1) Write fanfiction.
2) Read fanfiction.
3) Write reviews to fanfiction.
4) Reply to reviews from my fanfics.
5) Go on youtube.
6) Go blog.
7) Go read blogs.
8) Yahoo! Answer
9) Take quizzes to see what celebrity would be my prom date.
10) Harmonize one, multiple, or all of the following songs:
a) Without You- RENT
b) My Junk- Spring Awakening
c) Those You've Known- Spring Awakening
d) Tango Maureen- RENT
e) I'm Not That Girl- Wicked
f) I Feel Pretty- West Side Story
g) In the Heights- ... In the Heights
h) Positive- Legally Blonde the Musical
i) Out Tonight- RENT
j) Light my Candle- RENT
k) Another Day- RENT
l) The Dark I Know Well- Spring Awakening
m) Goodbye Love- RENT
n) All That's Known- Spring Awakening
o) Mama Who Bore Me (And it's reprise)- Spring Awakening
[So much to add... but you get the picture.]
11) Go on AIM
12) Eat cereal, popcorn, and or hot chocolate.
13) Watch George Lopez, or whatever is on Nick at Nite! (Note, once Chamber of Secrets was on Disney Channel starting at 10 pm.)
I can't do anything productive unless I'm forced. This is a bad thing because I go back to writing camp at the end of June. I still have to get a large chunk done out of my novel so I can go back and say that I did do more than schizofrenic poetry and fanfiction. Phwoar. :/
Also, inspiration strikes when I least want it to. Like for instance, I'll get random poetic phrases into my brain while "running" (trudging) laps in gym class. But can I write it down? Um, no; I keep a notebook in my purse, but I can't bring that out for gym. By the time I can find a pen and a notebook, it's gone. ):
In conclusion, I'm channeling my inner Mark Cohen by wearing a sweater, scarf, glasses while I dance onto tables singing "To days of inspiration, playing hooky, making something out of nothing, the need to express to communicate. To going against the grain, going insane, going maaaaaaaad."
In reality, I'll wear my pink Hershey's sweatshirt, and look at my freakishly large stuffed bear who has a scarf and glasses on, and I'll sing that to the best of my abilities onto the sofa.
Song of the day: Noel by Josh Groban. I have no idea where that came from.