a song of bitching and procrastinating

i'm supposed to be working on a powerpoint for my final neuro presentation, but i suck at powerpoints. i don't know if i posted the last time i was supposed to be working on a powerpoint (last time was for sociology) but i simply cannot translate my thoughts into powerpoint form. i do not think in bulletpoints, i think in paragraphs with sentences and shit. and that's just not powerpoint friendly. what i basically have to do is write out a paper and then condense it, and fuck that.

instead i'm lurking game of thrones stuff on tumblr and admittedly seeing spoilers because i'm still barely more than halfway through the first book of a song of ice and fire. but i'm also finding funny things AND learning that joe dempsie is in the showwww.

and hot damn he is attractive (and shirtless!)


and i really need school to be over so that i may devote all of my time to not being such a fucking slow reader.
i read two chapters today!


i don't want to do this.

as ladonnapietra so eloquently summed it up on tumblr,

"I would like to take this opportunity to congratulate England on having produced such fine young men.

Specifically, the ones currently employed by HBO.  Because damn."

i echo these sentiments.

...damn indeed.

i was supposed to start my self-portrait tonight but i have procrastinated so epically on this neuro powerpoint that that is just not going to happen. and my hair looks nice and everything, fuck. i mean not like i wanted to look at my face but i never will so at least my hair can look good, right?

i mean i'm still fat but that's not going to change in a day or ever because i'm a fucking failure and oh god why life, why.

DE says he doesn't understand what the problem is. like, he gets what my problem is but doesn't understand why it is a problem, in terms of my drawing abilities because i'll do a good job, and my face because it's pretty and he likes it. and that's very sweet of him.

i just want to read. i just want to get lost in a fantasy land of pretty men and other people's dramas and tangled webs of plot.

fuck.