prompt #108

Procrastination: It's An Art

I am the queen of procrastination, and the littlest things distract me when I am supposed to be getting stuff done. I will literally search my house for distractions. Here are some of the things that I do while procrastinating.

• Go through my news feed on Facebook
• Check Twitter, and go through all of my old tweets
• Look at all of the pictures on my computer account
• Log onto my mom's computer account and look at all of her pictures
• Download new music
• Bother my dog or my mom
• Online shop
• Tear apart my kitchen and eat basically anything and everything
• Rearrange my closet
• Lay outside on my deck when it is nice outside

Sometimes while procrastinating I get some stuff done (not the things I am supposed to), but most of the time I am just doing pointless things to distract myself from the things that I don't want to do. Eventually the stuff will get done.

prompt #248

TOP 12 WORST MOVIES OF ALL TIME:

1. Nacho Libre

2. Epic Movie

3. Meet the Spartans

4. From Justin to Kelly

5. Son of the Mask

6. House of Wax

7. The Descent

8. The Love Guru

9. Happiness

10. The Master of Disguise

11. No Vacancy

12. The Bounty Hunter

prompt #182

If I could customize an ATM to spit out whatever I wanted, I would want it to supply me endlessly with iced coffee from McDonald's. That stuff is my drug, and I have no shame in saying that I am addicted to it. I wouldn't have to wait in long drive-thru lines because this iced coffee ATM would be my own personal machine. All the iced coffee I could ever want. Every flavor, hazelnut, vanilla, and caramel. It would always be made perfectly, with no flaws, because a machine does it. There would only be one size: medium. Small is not enough, large is way too much. I would hire someone to restock the machine for me, and I would not have to pay for my drink every time I dispense one because I am paying for all the supplies. Wouldn't that be the life.. :)

prompt #161

They had nothing to say to each other. The months of fighting, the months of feeling insecure, the months of hoping that things would work out. None of that mattered now. It was over. It was over three years ago. He had hoped that once he saw her for the first time in three years that all the old feelings would rush back and they could start over. But things never work out that way. It is more complicated than that. She went in not expecting anything. She missed him, but knew that it could never work out. They were too damaged, had too much of a dark history together. He would always love her, and she would always lover him. But that didn't matter. They had nothing to say to each other.