procrastination at its best

been sitting here, with my baby on my lap, trying to write this sociology paper on affirmative action. and yes, you guessed it…its not going anywhere. I have this really strange issue…yes…you guessed it…I will tell you about it.
when im pressed for time or more specifically, when i have to write an essay and am 100% sure that i wont make the deadline… i feel like im being suffocated. like the walls are closing in on me.
that’s probably why im sitting in the lounge upstairs, and not in my room. ah ha…I knew everything happens for a reason

moving on...oh yes...the walls... so, once i experience this feeling the only way i can actually ESCAPE is by letting out this humongous groan or scream and then i feel much better. until of course i stare at my screen for a while and realise that what im writing is complete and utter bollocks. the walls jus keep on comin closer and closer.

wow. im one crazy little person.
lindsey and i went to diva for dinner last night. i had an awesome salad…yes…i eat salad. then stones was calling from up above so we went upstairs played loads of pool games and that’s all you need to know.


right now, i wish i was here