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things to do instead of that assignment thats due today – how to win at life


Hi peeps,


I’m hyperventilating as I write this, because while I’m supposed to be writing a French essay that’s due this evening, every cell in my body is fighting against my basic survival instinct, convincing me that ambitions aren’t important. (More to this wisdom with my inner hobo.)

In other words, I really really don’t want to write the essay. #wheretheresnowill

Here is a list of things I have done in an effort to fail my class:

1. Spend entire evening binge-watching Jimmy Fallon.

2. Practice musical instrument – you’re being “productive“, not “running away from responsibility”, sheesh.

3. Pretend to do “research” on your topic (hello, google images).

4. Lie face-down on couch.

5. Stare into open refrigerator, munching on a rice-cake.

6. Plan what I’m going to do to make myself do the assignment. (lose track and wake up on pinterest)

7. Have a headache.

8. Search for “how to stop procrastinating” – subsequently watch all of Superwoman’s YouTube videos.

9. Open Word. Choose font. Cry.

Well, those are my positive words of advice for today, because now I’m going to go “write my essay”…

A high-five for everyone who made it to the bottom of this post!

U rock man





Meet: My Inner Hobo


Yello peeps,


Lately I have been experiencing some inner turmoil. Why? Because I am growing up – or rather, I should be growing up. This fall I will be entering my senior year of high school; in September, I need to start applying to universities. Meanwhile, yesterday i woke up at two in the afternoon, and then I watched the entire Jurassic trilogy – and it was fabulous! (this was inspired by the fact that I had just seen Jurassic World in the theaters, so if you haven’t yet, let me tell you: you are missing out.)

Trying not to resent this… Then again, this movie is also the reason I wanted to be a velociraptor for most of my childhood. So maybe it’s better this way.

I have ambitions in life! I swear! I know that I want to get a fascinating degree, a well-paid job, raise a family, see the world – I know that I only have one life and that I should make the most of it.

But at the same time, something inside me is trying to escape. It wants to take over my life. It wants to kill my dreams and demolish my future.

You guessed it: It’s my inner hobo.

This girl’s number one goal is to chill out, to love nature, to sleep under the stars, to not gaf about style or hygiene. #priorities

Kindof like this:

I was gonna use a funny homeless meme, but they seemed a little cruel, so I’ve put in this instead. Not to say that whoever made it doesn’t worry me slightly…

Now, don’t get me wrong. I absolutely do not want to be a hobo. I quite enjoy beds and warm food, thank you. I read a book once, in which being homeless was romanticized beyond belief. It was irritating to see how stupid *some* people can be.

And yet, what does it say about my person, when a tiny little part of me actually tries to convince my brain that having a respectable life isn’t important. Like living on the streets is a legit option?!

It just goes to show the extent of my UTTERLY UNGLAUBLICHE laziness (for those non-german-speakers among you, “unglaublich” translates into “unbelievable”, but I felt that it sounded more dramatic).

To clarify, I’m being completely serious when I say that my mind basically wants two things:

1. To be rich and powerful and control global diplomacy. (in case it wasn’t obvious, this is the good part. good.)

Where can I join?

2. To do nothing and live off bread and cheese. (just to emphasize, yes, this is the bad part.)

I feel like no comment is necessary…#commentsanyway

I have to struggle with my inner hobo on an almost daily basis, because she wants so badly to be free.

But I must not let her win.

I WILL SURVIVE   (–> magical song reference)

And then, maybe, when I’m old and retired, I can let her breathe a little, because I will have my life-savings to prevent me from ultimate descent into bestiality.



Don’t judge me, I won’t judge you. :)




I Need To Be Stressed


Hi fellow Internetpeople,

Now I’m sure we all know that feeling of boredom and abyss that crops up towards the end of, say, summer vacation. You’ve enjoyed your rest, and now you wanna do things and see people again, thank you very much.

I realize it’s a little out, but here’s a Ryan Gosling meme anyway.


So, do you believe me when I say that I, the absolute queen of procrastination, get this feeling all. The. Time.

Yep, whenever I have even a day of legit free time, it irritates me to the point where I fall into a state of total vegetation, literally just lying around, binge-watching Friends or the like. Recently, I spent an entire day watching every single one of Dan’s videos on YouTube. And this horrifying truth only hit me the next day, when I realized I had to leave the house for orchestra rehearsal.

You’d think that I would do things to prevent this from happening. Well, I do. I absolutely do. I am involved in no less than eight regular activities, I sign up for every thing I have even the slightest interest in, no joke, because I know that as soon as I get home, the evil void of pajamas and wonderful comfort will swallow me. I even study in the city library because at home, yeah no.

Honestly, I can’t really figure out what causes this behavior. Perhaps I am so lazy that I have to force the world to motivate me? In any case, I am so easily bored that I have a constant urge to overwhelm myself. Nice, Penny.

Actually though, I’m not even sorry. I very much enjoy my vicious cycle of obligations and procrastination. It gives me this immensely satisfying feeling of pro-activeness, independence, and survival. So join me, peeps!

I was actually looking for an ecard to describe my situation, but there weren’t any…so please please please leave comments and tell me how you feel about this! :)





week 3, running out of clothing


If any of you have seen posts like “collegeproblems” or “procrastinationforbeginners” or anything similar, you’ll know exactly what I mean when I tell you I have serious issues with laundry.

I have not done laundry in almost a month. Of course, I think my mom has done a load or two for me (credits), but still.

This would be me as a mother.

Now, as horrifying as this fact would seem, it has also made me realize how many clothes I have. Because I haven’t had to wear anything dirty. No joke. Actually, I should probably do something about this hoarding (however, the Ghostbusters shirt will never ever ever leave my ownership). In any case, I’m trying to use this post as an incentive to go wash stuff.

Do you have this problem too? I’d love to read your comments, and stay tuned for more (un)necessary tidbits under “daily tmi“! #infomercialvoice