Assignment Torture

Well, as per fricking usual, I've left my assignments to last minute and it's driving me insane.

Why do I never learn?

Every bloody time I go through this scenario, I swear, I cry and I damned well nearly give up, so you'd think that by now I would have learnt to start earlier or at least, in reference to my beautiful photograph at the top of this blog, learn not to procrastinate.

I procrastinate that bad, I cleaned the freezer out the other day! To be fair, it needed to be done. The freezer had gone off during the Christmas holidays meaning the meat and everything had defrosted which in turn meant that awful gooey red stuff was dripping out of all the meat - my worst nightmare but someone had to clean it! I'm not even domesticated! I'm the epitome of a feminist due to the simple reason I refuse to be the only woman in a male orientated flat which means I'm going to do all the cleaning. Hell to the no!

Okay.

Well. I'm on assignment down and one to go.

I, however, just wasted five precious minutes of time writing this blog. Best thing? I don't even feel sorry. Whoops.