This is why i can't have nice things

I start off reading week relatively well, of course i'm going to goof off for abit..so this is how my story starts.

This is the beggining of my break. Notice that i am good in health.

This is an active representation of what i am like while i am on the internets.


Social networking informs me of shit i forgot about because i totally did not skip class.

....at which point it doesn't matter anyways because the procrastination worm rears its ugly head and found a way into my stomach. Procrastination emits electric bolts and hearts.

At this point i'm at the constant state of "FFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFF" while regreting and bawwing to my friends not in the art major about how i have so much work. They probably still do think i actually have so much work and do not think its my own fault at all for doing this to myself.
Of course, the atmosphere is nice and everyone slept the night before because they were smart and spent time on their homework any day but the night before.

This is what i feel like when i show up for painting class on Monday.

...And this is why i can't have nice things.