In Terms of Ease

Today is revelation day! YAYY!! but not really. I just was thinking about what to write and I noticed I was goofing off. From this I have learned:

A: I'm really good at procrastination
B: That's not a good thing.
C: Youtube has some REALLY weird stuff on it.

Aside of this I've noticed my tendencies for work. I like to put things off; to wait until the last minute, and throw crap together. Usually it ends up pretty good. But sometimes it's barely a percent of what I can do. I don't really like to work hard at something, or do any planning whatsoever. Sure, I can appreciate a day of hard work, but honestly, sometimes I'd rather sit down and do NOTHING. To sum all that up in a sentence:
I'm really fucking lazy.
So what do I do? How does one defeat laziness? I've no great answer for you. For me, I just gotta convince myself I want to do it. Easy, no? Well not really very easy at all. Who in their right mind wants to do math homework at 4:59 in the morning? Not me, and I'd guess not you either. But then, who really WANTS to do math homework?
Where does that leave me? Doing things I like. For example: Drawing. Funnest shit ever. When I draw I can go for hours on end, just scribbling and erasing and crafting the perfect image. (No, nothing I do is ever PERFECT) {Got an idea for my next blog now, HURRAH!} But it's a little more complex to write for hours on end. I can do it, but it's more... rare. Think of artistic talent as gas in your car. Doodle through class, minus a gallon. Paint a picture, minus four. Write for an hour? You're out of Gas there buddy, and your wallet fell out the window. Come back tomorrow.
And for writing it's not like you can say "Okay, I've got a full tank, I'll make it". Sometimes it's raining and your tires pop. Sometimes your computer explodes into tiny little pieces and you lose everything. Sometimes it's sunny and you have just enough gas to make it to where you wanna go.
I can occasionally force the words to come out, but it isn't like when they want to come out. Think of a cat. They can sit around all day, and, for some, you can poke and prod them and they might shoot you a withering look. But as soon as they want to be gone: "Beep beep" they are road-runner GONE. Same thing with writing, for me. The words can sweep me away or I can drag them along. Recently, it's been more the dragging. I need to write. Maybe I will tonight?

Anyway, these blogs are kind of... pointless. So for those of you that actually read mine, thanks for listening to my blathering, AGAIN.