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I've spent all day attempting to start my English essay. It's due tomorrow. I have so many stories we've read that I can write something about but I haven't been able to come up with any actual topic for the essay yet. Instead I've been rereading some pieces, getting distracted by the internets, buying the Spring Awakening soundtrack off iTunes though I haven't seen it yet, looking for essays written about the pieces I am reading for ideas, playing on facebook, learning more about my school's summer abroad program...pretty much doing everything but my essay. And it's 6:35 PM. I started trying to write this thing around 2 PM. I'm fucked. This essay is going to either be incomplete or a piece of shit. Luckily it's just a draft. Maybe I just won't go to English...I still need to do my drawing homework. I can do that instead. It's going to suck, too. Mostly because I've never really drawn with pen and don't know how to use it so it looks good and not like shit. Maybe she won't be here this week, either. What? A girl can hope. And then there's the storyboard due on Tuesday that my group members and I are going to work on at lunch. Yeah, we're last minute types of people. I've definitely got to break these bad habits of procrastinating. Fuck.