I’d gladly pay you Tuesday…

..For more hours in the day today.

Procrastination is my bane. It’s just so damn easy. Why write essays due, when I can explore the lyricism of the Marshal Mathers LP? I didn’t listen to music until I was like 16, so I have lots of catching up to do. This has led to me being constantly being disappointed when I find that the “new” band I like has been broken up for ten plus years. Failure on my part.

Tick tock, Chris. I’ve got upwards of 17 pages to write within the next two days and here I am posting on the infinite bulletin board that is the Internet. And for who to look at? Easy answer. Myself. I am typing to myself. Wow. And somehow I feel better about that than succumbing to the paper on Ethics due Thursday.

Fuck free will. It’s killing me.

(I’ll put a picture later.) <–Pun

–Chris.

So they tell me..

..that blogs are the future. I’ve no clue what to write here, but I’ve always wanted a journal. I decided that since I can type faster than writing with a pen, I’ll give it a shot.

So first thing is first I suppose. My name is Chris. I’m a student at the University of Texas at San Antonio ( more on this later? ) I’m currently an English major. I take some photographs occasionally. That’s very stereotypically artsy, but what the fuck do I care what you think?

It is January in 2008. This is the beginning of nothing!