i'm a procrastinator.
have been my whole life.
case in point, it's 11:22pm monday night as i'm typing this, and lord knows i should be sleeping right now, but of course i wait till the absolute last moment possible to start writing this blog.
right as my eyes are beginning to get heavy, my creativity is at its lowest point and the likelihood of spelling errors is high.
why couldn't i have started writing something at 9pm instead of piddling around on the internet for hours prior to getting down to the blog writing business?
because i procrastinate.
case in point 2.0, i've known forever that i was flying to LA the first weekend in june for my friend tigger's wedding, yet i wait till about a month before the flight instead of just buying my ticket with the rest of my friends months ago to save money.
but that would be too smart of me.
my first memory of procrastination for me was in the 3rd grade. i was writing my first "paper" on walt disney and ended up staying up way past my bedtime essentially forcing my mom to write it for me because i has put everything off for so long.
kinda like i'm doing now...
ok, full disclosure here: right after i typed "kinda like i'm doing now..." i went to bed thinking to myself, i'll just finish it in the morning before i go to the gym.
so my alarm(s) goes off this morning, and i wake up to finish writing whatever is left of this now lame blog post... but not after i hit snooze 385 times.
what. the. hell.
hey, if it wasn't for the last minute nothing would ever get done.