Two days in the life of a procrastinator (me)
Yesterday
9am: I arrive to uni and find that they've moved the written English exam to the afternoon. Hm, I have a morning to waste. Might as well study Principles of Marketing, since the exam is tomorrow and I've never even opened the book, right?
9:40am: Study study study study... ooo, they've opened the door to the computer room. I'll just go there and check my email, five minutes then I go back to studying...
2pm: ...okay, time to go to the English exam... I haven't studied anything but who cares... I'll study on the train or when I get home.
4:50pm: Exam done, I'm on the train. Now let's study... aw, but it's SO HOT... I can't concentrate... I'm... falling... asleep... zzzzz
5:30pm: Get home. It's hot, I feel like I'm melting, I don't wanna study... I'll study later.
11:30pm: ...time to go to bed... okay, I'll study in bed.
1am: Study study study study... oh look, I'm halfway through... *yaaaaaaaaaawn* I'll just sleep now and finish studying on the train tomorrow morning... zzzzz
Today
8am: I'm at the train station, fuckity fuckity fuck the train was said to be 20 minutes late, oh wait it's the 7:40am train that's late, not the 8am one, oh w00t. I can take this train and hopefully get to uni earlier and study a bit before the exam, too.
8:02am: ...no fucking way I'm taking this train, fifty people stowed in a single car, oh, no, I don't think so. NO WAY I'd be able to do anything but melt in there. I'll wait for the next train, it should be here soon.
8:05am: fuck, where the hell is that train?
8:10am: oh thank God, it's here. Now I'll find a nice quiet place to study, the train is almost empty... but first I'll finish that conversation with the two nice ladies that were waiting for the train with me...
8:30am: fuck it, I need to study. Okay. Study study study study...
8:55am: ...arrived already? I'm only 5/8 of the way through... oh I am so screwed.
9am: ...w00t, the teacher's late. maybe I'll have time to finish studying... study study study study study...
9:30am: ...teacher's here. 3/4 of the way through. I am so fucked.
9:31am: teacher has forgotten the exams downstairs. let's sneak one last look at the book...
9:40am: IamsofuckedIamsofuckedIamsofucked... okay, I'll look at the questions and not panic...
9:41am: ...w00t. Only one question out of 8 I don't know how to answer, and the exam says to only answer 5 out of 8. Let's start and see how well I do... write write write write write...
12:30pm: ...well. I'm done. This went better than I was expecting, I remembered perfectly how to answer each question.
12:31pm: I turn in the exam. Teacher asks me how it went. "Well, better than I expected. I was honestly expecting it to go badly, I don't understand economics-related stuff much" (silently: and I studied NOTHING for this exam). He asks me what I'm studying (Communication & Media Studies). I answer, he nods. "That's understandable", he says. w00t. I 0wn.