Procrastinating

Did you ever wonder why it's in the moments you have the most time that you do the less? I have just spent a three day week-end (yeah, because Novembre 11th is free in France, to celebrate how Europe managed to kill a few million people in just four years) doing absolutely nothing. It's not like I don't have anything to do :
1) I have to study in general, in order to get better grades and be a little higher in my class.
2) I have to learn my part for the theater show in two weeks (yeah, two weeks, that's awfully close).
3) I have to write my book, so I can become rich anf famous, and so people might be interested in reading this blog.
4) I have to tidy up my room (did I ever mention I'm possibly the messiest person to ever walk on this planet?)
And what did I do all week-end? I read (a lot, more about that later), I went shopping with my flatmate and my sister, I called my friends, I slept, I watched TV, and especially E.R. (Carter is gone for good! I can't believe it!). All in all, my mother would say I've been a very bad girl.
Well, that just means the coming two weeks are going to be hell. And I do mean hell. As in totally not heaven. I have so much to do and so little time. I guess that's just what happens when you grow up. We I was younger, I felt bored most of the time. Now I'm hoping I have time to be bored.
Now, onto books. I read Uptown Girl by Olivia Goldsmith. You just have to read it. At least, you do if you're a girl. If you're a bioy, it might just bore you. If you're not into romance, i have nothing to recomand for you, so you might want to move on to the next paragraph. It's the story of a thirty year old woman looking for Mr Right and only seems to find Mr Wrong (surprise, surprise!). Not to screwed up the end for you, but this one more heir to the wonderful Pride and Prejudice, so you can guess yourself who she ends up with. What I love with those books is that you know exactly how they'ere going to end. I understand that to most people, that's a reason not to enjoy them, but hey! I like them.
On other matters, I think I just understood why nobody visits my blog. It's written up there my blog ID is number 15 799 843. That means there are at least fifteen million seven hundred and ninety nine thousand eight hundred and forty three other blogs out there for people to choose from. And that's only blogger. Then, there's live journal and all the other blogging ressources out there. No wonder people don't care. The one comforting thing is that since nobody reads this, I can go really crazy. I mean, it's not like anyone cares.
On this particularly happy note, I'll let you get on with your lives.

Quote of the day
I envy people who drink. At least they have something to blame everything on.
Oscar Levant