Confessions of a Serial Procrastinator

Dear reader,





I have this problem. I am a serial procrastinator. Whenever I face something even remotely resembling a deadline, I dilly-dally. A lot. Excessively. Even when it's for something I enjoy. Like, with this blog. I like to write stuff. And yet, I lollygag and put it off til tomorrow, and it's an extreme accomplishment for me to get anything done. I have never handed in an art assignment for the entire duration of my school career. Never. And I love to draw. I'd usually abandon it when it was halfway done. And handing in my assignments on time? Forget about it (say in Italian-mafia-like accent). I'd be all enthusiastic and determined and vow to not only finish the darn thing but to actually hand it up before the deadline. Of course, that never happened. And even if it did, it was obviously so far from my normal behaviour that I probably got traumatised by the whole incident and blocked it out of my memory.


Have you ever watched that teen sit-com thingy called 'The Amanda Show'? There was this one character, played by the ever-so-funny Miss Amanda Bynes, called the Procrastinator. She was supposed to be a superhero, but everytime someone asks for her help, she'd say that she'll save them "E-ventually!" Yup, that's me. The Procrastinator.


Anyway...that's kind of why I started this blog in the first place. I suck at keeping journals. I'd make the first entry, and then completely forget about it--then I'd find the journal, after about half a year, blow the 3-inch layer of dust off of the cover, and make the second entry. What I'm trying to say is I would like to turn over a new leaf. Be more consistent. And I thought blogging would help. I just couldn't take the thought of disappointing the millions...ok, thousands...or maybe hundreds...alright, fine, the handful of faithful followers of my illustrious blog. The crushing guilt of depriving them of the infinite pleasure they derive from reading my inspirational and easy-to-relate-to musings would definitely get to me after a while. I don't really fare well under pressure. In fact, some would even go so far as to say I fare poorly under pressure.

So, there you have it. My full confession, immortalised for all time in cyberspace for every computer-literate stranger to read as they please. Yeah.

So, I guess I'll sign off now. I've pretty much said all I wanted to say. Stay tuned for my next post...whenever that may be. In the near future, I hope. Wish me luck.



Yours,

The Blogger Formerly Known as The Procrastinator

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