Books On Procrastination Novels & Stories

I tapped my cheeks and narrowed my eyes on the textbook. With that, I started reading the very first page of our topic. I push myself to focus from it despite of my trouble mind. Next week, Mrs. Chopin will give another quiz. I’m not a fan of procrastinating because I hate the idea of rushing, and being pressure to finish works at the last minute. I like being an ‘advance learner’. When I think it still not enough; I will find a way to go deeper into what I think I can understand. I'm the type of person who gets bored easily with something and finds distractions, so when I feel close to finishing a topic, I immediately study the next one.

And I'm still dragging like I haven't slept a single wink. Hauling my ass out of bed this morning had been a monumental accomplishment on my part. I'd wanted to pick up my books at the campus bookstore before they ran out which actually happened to me freshman year. Unfortunately the line at the bookstore had been way longer than I’d anticipated which has now made me late for my ten o’clock business ethics class. I can't believe what a bunch of freaking procrastinators go to this school!

I took a few small steps as something was making me look for it but I Can’t find it. “If you keep getting lost in your thoughts, i don’t think this is a place for you. We need hunters, not procrastinators.” Tron jabbed at me. I hate him from my guts, “the hunter’s program was procrastinated first by Lord Georgio, and later it was executed into something real which and its legacy is followed since then. Procrastination is not a sin, you never know what idea can bring a change into our lives.” I replied in a polite way.

“Yes, so you should tell him goodbye so we can move on with our life." Devon hugged her, and her stomach finally settled. Now she could finally put it all to rest finally. “Hello Evan. Please listen to me first. I'm so sorry, I had no idea not responding to your call for these months would bring you here. I am the biggest procrastinator there is. I'm the type if something is happening today or a problem arises. I tell myself that I will worry about tomorrow. It's the way I have coped with issues by telling myself to deal with them tomorrow. When tomorrow comes, I face something new and have forgotten all about yesterday's concerns. But now that I'm applying my therapist's advice, I don't wan

I sigh as I settle in to my chair; procrastination is the bane of my existence. I reach into the drawers for the file but…it’s not there? I frown in confusion I could have sworn I told Aunt Clara to bring it home already. I check the other drawers, the shelves but it’s not there either. I rush to my room, checking every nook and cranny but I can’t find it either. Fuck! Fuck!! Fuck!!! What am I going to do now? I hurriedly take out my phone to call Aunt Clara but it goes straight to voicemail. You see? This is why! This why all the motivational speakers are strongly against procrastination because of situations like this!

Another part of me waited for her to take the first step, to come and talk to me, to explain herself. I guess it came with me being alone most of my life, I just didn’t know how to mend broken relations. Now it was Saturday and I was staring at the plain ceiling, legs spread on my head and wondering when was the last time I had cleaned my room. Probably a month back. Maybe I should do it now? Could help take my mind off negative thoughts. Or maybe tomorrow? Or maybe never? Lord, save me from procrastination. My brother was right, I wouldn’t ever achieve anything if I kept procrastinating. Guess, I’ll just have to wait and see that.

I ask. He casually shrugs in his seat, “One. I’m a procrastinator.” “And yet, still a dean’s lister? You’re crazy, man.” My mouth just falls open. I can’t believe someone like him actually exists in real life. How the fuck do they do that? Stay on the dean’s list, and casually says they procrastinate. Damn. This man’s on a different level than I am. I’m barely even breathing properly, with only passable grades.

Kaden “I haven’t been there in real life,” she said, grinning as she gushed. “I have done extensive research and procrasti-traveling. I’ve watched lots of tourists’ videos and—” “Wait a second.” I frowned at her, my brow furrowing. “Procrasti-what now?” “Procrasti-traveling,” she repeated, a little slower this time. “It’s like procrastinating, but taking a trip while you do it.”

That would have to be enough. With my classes scheduled and out of the way, I quickly ordered the books I would need. Again, I was pushing it a little with my procrastination, but I was glad I had waited. I felt confident in my decision. I closed out of the bookstore screen and opened up a search for cars. “Here goes nothing,” I muttered, putting in my search parameters and waiting to see what popped up.

After minutes of drowning in silence and gratitude, I get my ass off the couch heading to my workspace to do some work. Geez, I’ve never been as unproductive as this. Even after reading tons of books on how to be productive, I still sucked. The only remedy now was getting my ass to work for real. I opened my laptop and got to work. It took me about an hour till I finished the report. Geez, I procrastinated longer than I needed to finish the Goodman report. I’d have to get serious with my life. “Watch out for what Logan Hunt, his co-founder has to say. Thank you.” The end.