Procrastination

Hey there, Miss Artsy Fartsy here!
     Well, first, Hannah and I went roller-skating yesterday. I didn't fall, even once. Yes, thank you, yes, I know,I know, thank you (no, seriously, stop clapping).
     So, after we got home, I contemplated the sorry state of my room. Wow. There was eraser-dust all over my floor, books lay scattered next to my bookshelf, and you couldn't even see my desk for all the graph-paper and notes. You see, I've been studying anatomy for drawing, and when I start to study something, I pretty much zone out for a week or two. And when I study the human anatomy, I have pictures and guides and skeletons and dummies all over the place, and everything just gets that much more cluttered. So, I decided I needed to clean it up. That was yesterday. Today (at 4 o'clock), the books, the eraser dust, and the paper is still exactly where it was. This is because I made the sorry mistake of sitting at my desk. "I'll just finish this guy's foot", I said. Four hours later, guess where I was? Graphing pictures of the human skull, of course. It was 11 o'clock. "I'll get it done tomorrow" says I. So today I finished school and thought, "Man, my room's a mess", and promptly sat at my desk and finished a drawing a human eye. I'm a text-book example procrastinator.
Now, I am going upstairs to vacuum, and possibly rope off my desk area.
Goodbye,
Miss A.F.
P.S.
Miss Sophisticated is a dork. In a nice way, of course.