"Tomorrow is often the busiest day of the week"
This is true. No matter how little work I actually have assigned throughout the week, I still manage to congest the day before a deadline with way to much to do.
Take this week for example. I had to read and take notes on a book, which is a relatively simple task. If I had spread it out over the allotted time, it probably would have only taken me about half an hour a day. Instead, I did it all last night, this morning, and during lunch.
I'm not really sure how it happened... but it may have gone something like this:
Procrastination is unavoidable. The sudden stress of having too little time to get something done makes those things get done ten times faster than if you had all day to do it. Not only that, but there's a bit of pride involved in procrastination. I know it's a bit twisted to think like this... but who's going to go around bragging to their friends that they worked on their ten page paper everyday for thirty minutes for a month? No, the real hot shots are the kids who walk into class the period before it's due with blurry eyes and a smug expression. They're the ones who get applauded as valiant homework warriors with the will power to pull an all-nighter.
Sure, the person who finishes their project last minute will most likely complete something remarkably crappier than the other kid's, but by that point it doesn't even matter. You're so hyped up over the fact that you finished and no longer have to worry about beating the clock that the actual quality no longer carries any importance whatsoever.
Anyway. I'm sure by now you readers are no strangers to procrastination, so I'm not here to lecture you about it. I just wanted share with you my after-completion face:
This portrait was not intended to be dirty in any way... so stop it. >:C
In other news, here are pictures of my two classy cats. Thank you, April, for the supply of mustache.