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The morning routine of a procrastinating girl

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I started today as I do every morning; my mum wakes me up and then, right after she has turned the lights on and left for the bathroom, I fall back to sleep again. It’s become a really bad habbit, but those extra five minutes of sleep are the best minutes you could possible imagine. The worst part though, is the fact that in those five minutes of sleep I tend to dream really REALLY good dreams. Dreams of me running a marathon and actually winning, dreams of me having the best breakfast EVER and the unfortunate dream which consist of me going through my morning rutine and finding the perfect outfit for the day.

Not finding my perfectly planned outfit,
I'm such a girl sometimes.

The reason the last dream is particularly bad is the fact that when I then do get up, I have to go through it all again, but this time, NOTHING goes as it should. I find out those five minutes were actually ten, I have at least three new zits, my makeup looks worse than ever and that perfect outfit is NOWHERE to be found.

After what seems like a sprint through the shower and almost ripping my skin out trying to make my hair look, well, not like a horsetail. Yes, you read that right, a horsetail. I put my terrible makeup on, I look through all off the clothes spread across my bedroom floor for something resembling decent clothing and put on whatever shirt or sweater lying on the top of the stack. After trying hard to convince myself of the fact that the science test today will go well and that there is no reason to get myself more stressed, I leave the house at 07.30 looking like someone with a really bad hangover with a backpack over one shoulder and some tired eyes desperately seeking a pair of sunglasses.

My point being for those who can relate to this story; you are not alone, and those of you who live your lives waking up without looking like someone from a zombie movie; thank whatever god you believe in that you are not me and know that there are girls like me out there who really wish to walk in the light as well. 

And that's all you're getting out of me today because I have an assignment with a deadline in about three hours or so and I don't got time for any more of this procrastination. So, er, bye! 

Procrastination

Have it ever occurred to you that when your mother, father or any other ruling figure in your life tells you to do a simple but nonetheless boring task, you instantly find something "more important" or something "better" to do with your time? This thing we do, and lets all admit to it now because it is no reason denying it, where we constantly put of chores and other obligations is called procrastination.

The most common occurrence of procrastination comes from delegations of orders. The worst thing, I suppose, is the fact that procrastination leads to procrastination. Take cleaning for instance, everybody have at some point been told to clean their room. I, as many other teens, hear the never ending complains from my parents everyday. The most common phrase my mother use to describe my ever so slightly untidy room is, and I quote "A bombed whorehouse". I can assure you it does not, and have never EVER looked like one. This I can prove with 2 simple statements that you will just have to take my word for because there is no way of you actually being able to check.

1. There was never any bomb in my room, therefor there is no ash after any fire or any burned clothes or objects.
2. There are no bras lying around, as I believe there would be in a whorehouse. I wouldn't really know but logic and my weirdly functioning brain led me to the conclusion that there would be bras and undergarments lying around in a whorehouse. A bombed one would at least have pieces of it shredded around the room.

I know I got a little off topic but I think it turned out better than, well, the alternative. I should hope so at least. I guess we will never really know so there is no reason to think of what could have been, because it might still become something in the future.

So, by ending this awkward and some what random text (pardon the obvious teen adjectives) I guess I want to give you some peace if you are one of the very many daily procrastinators; you are not alone.

(It suddenly became very depressing.)