Procrastination

I'm writing this to put off studying for my Ancient History and Politics exams - both of which are on Friday. Today is Wednesday. I had no exams today. Yesterday I had English, the Friday before I had Maths. Tomorrow I have Modern History. Then Politics and Ancient, then Japanese on Monday.
I made a decision last night - I couldn't sleep, again - that I was going to stop beating myself up about not studying. The fact is that I'm not really disciplined enough to do it, and I get good marks anyway. I think that I'm good at taking exams, and I'm good at bullshitting. So this morning I spent FOUR HOURS finishing my Modern History presentation, which I hope will score me an A. Maybe tomorrow I'll do some Ancient/Politics study. Maybe.
On Friday Marisa and I spent the afternoon at my house tearing up the Bible and smoking joints rolled with the torn pages. While I was stoned I thought of a wonderful idea for a book. The title would be "I Was Going To Do It On My Own, But ..." and it would be the stories [real or fictional, who cares] of women who had decided to reject feminism and why they had chosen to do so. Perhaps when I'm old and have nothing else to do I will write it.
I'm going to New Zealand in eleven days. Next week.
One of the headphones for my iPod has broken. I need new ones. $20. I also need new jeans. $25. I'm going to dinner tonight with three of my friends and my father is making me pay myself. $???
I only have $80.
I am listening to 'Mother' by Danzig. One of the numerous songs Frank has sent me. Last night he sent me 'Heroin' by The Velvet Underground and 'White Rabbit' by Jefferson Airplane.
Remember what the doorknob said.