What's the worst you've ever procrastinated?

I think I'm going to take to asking you peoples questions now, since that last post got my largest response in terms of comments of any post in the history of my time with the blog.

So yeah, what's the worst, well better yet, best you've ever procrastinated?

I procrastinate with about everything. I just this week applied for an internship online two minutes before the deadline (that should go over well, no?), I had two papers due for a class Tuesday, and waited until Tuesday morning to do both. Technically one was just a shot-by-shot analysis of a scene from a movie I watched the day before, but I really only took note of the number of shot and how they were shot. So I just had to recall some choice dialogue by memory and hoped I was right. Then I had to do a five-page analysis of what that scene meant to the movie overall, or something along those lines. So yeah, did both of those that morning. Plus, I accidentally broke my printer a few weeks ago and haven't been able to fix it, so I've been printing everything out in one of the computer labs.

Tuesday I wrote up my paper, realized class started in about 40 minutes and that I still had to shower. Luckily for me, the shower for some reason had no hot water, so I didn't stay in very long. Quickly got dressed, walked the 15 minutes to the building, waited about two minutes for a computer, logged on and printed out my papers, waited about three minutes for them to print and walked to class. I sat down just as they were collecting the papers. Procrastination complete!

Oh, I have a 10-15 page paper due tomorrow by 5. I have about 0 pages written as of now. Actually, I only write this post to procrastinate more. I don't know why can't manage my time in a productive fashion, or why I'm not pulling out my hair right now and stocking up on sugar and coffee for the night. But I'm not. I'm just chilling, watching some basketball and posting on a blog. I should probably start the paper. I will. It'll get done. It always does, just not with time to spare usually. I'm actually going to put some laundry in the machine, and then start my paper, hopefully. Who knows. If I know me like I think I do, I'll get maybe 6 pages tonight, set my alarm for like 9 tomorrow, get out of bed at 10:30, shower and eat something and start my paper up again around noon.

I'll dilly-dally as they say, or dick around on the Internet, for a while and it'll take me about three hours to finish it. I'll print it out and drop it off, and feel like a huge burden has been lifted off my shoulders, until I realize I have to finish filming a movie for another class so I can edit it all together by Monday, see a play this weekend so I can write a review of it by Wednesday, write a history paper by Tuesday and attempt to study for a final exam on Thursday. But after that, winter break! Am I nervous? No. Do I wish I was in "Invasion of the Bodysnatchers," and some emotionless-Adaham (could there even be a more emotionless version of Adaham? tough to say) would replace me tonight and finish out this last week of the semester for me, and then for some reason I'd re-take over being me and just go on break? Yes, yes I do. In fact, I'm about to daydream about that for the next 40 minutes.

So how 'bout you fine people? Let's hear some procrastination stories, if only to give me something to do while while I'll put off this paper, and while you put off whatever it is you should be doing. We'll procrastinate together!


UDPATE!

I know you crave it. Here's an update. I'm up to about five pages, which puts me at a nice spot with the five hour mark closing in. I stayed up until about 5 in the morning, and got two pages written last night. Yeah, you read that right. I'm that pathetic.

My roommate stayed up the entire time, also doing work. I don't know what he was doing, but it was something that involved bar graphs. I have no idea when he went to sleep, but it was after me. Just as I was shutting down my computer and getting ready to go to sleep we had a brief conversation about how much doing work sucks. I then followed with: "Man, it's already five. That's awful."

"Yeah, I don't remember the last time I stayed up this later. This is crazy."

"Yeah. I mean, I don't know if you're down for it, but you know what would be cool?"

"What?"

"If we stayed up a little longer and watched the sunrise together."

"What?"

"Um, nothing. Good luck finishing up your work."

I mean, why stay up until five if you're not going to watch the sunrise, right? Oh well. I didn't. I went to sleep and woke up at nine. He was asleep. I've gotten some work done, but I'm still waiting for a sudden burst of energy and bullshit to come to me, so I can finish this fucking thing already. On a side note, fuck Virginia Woolf, while I'm at it.

Anyway, my roommate is still asleep. I'm pretty sure he's got classes today, and that he's missed them. Wouldn't it be something if he stayed up until like 6:30 doing work and slept through his class where he had to hand that in? That would suck so much. I would not wish that on him. Although whenever I look over at him sleeping I get this sudden urge to smother him with a pillow. Well, no I don't. But seriously, he set his really annoying alarm for like 9:30. Now, I was already awake, so it didn't really bother me too much I guess. But it's really annoying. He just turned it off and went back to sleep. It's been about two hours now. So you can see the clock is working just fine.

Alright, back to work. Ha. Yeah right. I'm horrible at this. On the bright side, only a year and a half left go, hopefully. This is no fun. At all. Okay, enough. If I had any idea what I wanted to say, this paper would be so much easier, obviously. But I don't. So now I'm here. Blogging. God, this really sucks.