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There are things that make my life more complicated than it should be.

I am a procrastinators. I live by the principle "What you can do today, the move not to tomorrow (unless you believe that you have a thousand years, and Facebook is a much better alternative to deal) In school I the house tasks as about 3 minutes done before school starts. is My room only cleaned up when ankündingen guests and I usually threw nor any things under my bed, because my friends were standing outside the front door. My personal preparation for a class of workers called "Power Learning" . What in plain text as much as said "I baller to me on the night before the exam just 5 hours into the fabric so I Kurzzeitgedächnis later while working full coat and 2 days of pure-white nothing more."
I quickly lose a lot of motivation. It is always much the same: Franco has an idea! This is reflected mostly in my euphoric facial expression, and the bright light bulb above my head against. Full of zest I increase me more and more into my idea, until they eventually is completely unrealistic, which makes me at the time but still euphoric. Unfortunately, the whole idea now doomed to fail because of the small cool Idea has suddenly become something completely megalomaniac. Am I am now full of energy to my project is, after 5 min, the big disappointment and the realization that it is anyway. I'm tired, get me n cookie and forget everything.

I hate to make decisions. Cream or chocolate sauce? The best all or nothing. I like being a fait accompli! had thought, when I stand in front of a fact once,'ll upset I am an animal, "no choice" but to have me believe, deep down I would like a fait accompli! For 1 Will I then called spoiled for choice made and 2 Can I never , Accused of having done so "wrong". I speculate all the possible consequences of my decision. I think this is largely due to the bad karma to me that I always have a defense for me to explain my failure.

But my biggest problem is the deal of problems.
I run .. though .. I run away fast before them and distract me from where I always closest to the
-nice event for which I am quite bad, think. I differ from unpleasant situations. I express myself so long before them, till they got me caught up in the end.
And then ... I have the salad.

The last weekend was such an event. For weeks, I am looking forward to it. Two of my best friends came to visit me. And from Friday evening when I picked her up from the airport, to Monday morning when we passed again it was just a hammer geiles weekend!
Now they are gone. And now I have I tell you!