Accustom

I need closure. That is all. And high ceilings. I like the feeling of being productive and knowing that I finished my homework before six thirty in the evening. I've never had the worst case of procrastination. Here it goes:

• Eat my uncrustable
• Urinate for literally the 30th time
• Decide my room is dirty soo:
- sweep my floor
- reorganize my shelves
- clean my closet
- take of HOB wrist band and put in my show box along with the ticket
- play with dogs while drinking hawaiian punch
- gaby calls
- while sitting on my made bed, I decide I should get the mail
- separate mom and dad's mail in piles
- hang up with gaby deciding I should now get work done
- listen to a record THEN...
• Begin my homework
- while reading I get discracted by the little boys skateboarding outside my window.
- 20 minutes pass
• Finish.

Seriously, is that not the worst. The other odd thing is that I didn't add anything at all to make it seem more annoying and lengthy.

I don't know what to do now. I'll just look forward to what awesome things are coming up. I'd bullet point them but I'm going to go sit outside with my boyfriend Ottie. He's not so puppy like anymore. He just looks like a hillbilly with a giant freckled beer belly. (white dog)