The terror of checklists

Checklists are made to be broken right? Right? This was the checklist I wrote out last night

• Tidy room
• Organize work experience for Engineering
• Wash my laundry
• Definitely tidy your room
• Organize something with a friend
• TIDY YOUR ROOM YOU PIG

The results of the day are as follows

• nope
• nope
• actually yes
• nope
• forever alone nope
• forever a pig nope

And now its 8:30. The day is practically over and I sit in shame trying not to look at the checklist on my wall.

Instead I started a painting and re-watched Attack on Titus.

My Procrasti-Watching

My Procrasti-painting 

I certainly did not tidy my room.

My Messy Room of Shame 

Why couldn't I have started the day like all the other days of my holiday? No expectant checklists that disprove from my bedroom window now that the day is over. Because winter is coming. I am a sweet summer child but University will soon be here and if my checklists are not done during the semester I can kiss my engineering degree goodbye. It will be better tomorrow.