sunflowers, at the end of the world

since college began my work habits have dramatically changed, but it looks like my sundays continue to be marked by the result of procrastinating all weekend 

to do: read *everything*, do as many assignments in advance (lol) as i possibly can, write new things, put together my poetry submission, get a form signed to *officially* change my major to comparative and world literature, continue jenny’s letter, send my friends letters and nice things like i had promised to, clean the apartment because GASP it is actually messy, plan spring break, plan summer break, museum visits

and i’m just sitting here, experimenting with different hairstyles and adding stuff to my ever-growing list instead of actually accomplishing anything on it.