Not having class until 11 has killed any hope i had for conquering procrastination this semester. Luckily, or not so luckily, one of my required classes next semester starts at 8 am. I'd like to think that i'll actually start my studying more in advance, but in reality I'm predicting that the morning auto-set button on my coffee maker will be well worn by next summer. When it comes down to it, i'm pretty positive that procrastination is in my genes, as i come from a family full of night owls. Thanks dad. I'm not entirely convinced this is a bad thing, however. If God made a moon flower to bloom at night, couldn't He have made me the same way? I think yes.
my alter ego: the moonflower
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