I'm afraid of americans

I procrastinate. I am pulling an allnighter to read for the test i should have done a long time ago when i was busy procrastinating, since i didn't read during the day today, because, you guessed it, i was doing something completely unrelated. I've been drinking heaps of bad coffee to stay awake and sent my tummy in a yallamood, and i've been glaring despeately into my myspacescreen hoping it would save me from the inavoidable. It has now, however, come to the point where i have been forced to narrow my next move down to two possibilities; 1 Take a rather humiliating round on the loo, or 2 Implode. I am sorry for the graphic images, but anyone who hasn't been living in a cave knows how little fun wondering if anyone can hear your pooping is, and i have 3 new flatmates, some of which have boyfriends and friends and aquentances. So much for ever geting any reading done. When i finally finnish shitting around my reading i end up just shitting around. This is the work of the Karma Police.