And so it begins

Am I the only one who hates myself at the moment?
I'm currently writing on my dissertation, a piece of work stretching over 12,000 words and I hate myself for sitting here when I could be outside right now, failing at chatting up random girls.
Everyone of us has a good side and a bad side, my good side is the one telling me to sit down and get this written so I have two weeks extra before the deadline to do other things, more fun things, things involving Daft Punk and sore feet!!
My bad side is usually the one who wins, it's that nagging little voice in the back of your head saying "come on" and usually adheres to the "party now, study later" mantra that I so rigorously follow when it comes to most decisions.
But not this time my little companion, I have forsaken my fun filled weekend for sitting and writing this piece of crap, something that I can look back on and say "hey, I might have gotten a D but at least I was finished two weeks before hand!".
I have forsaken visiting a really hot girl in Ayr, I have forsaken fun filled nights at the Polo Lounge, I have failed all of you reading this, as people who know me, knows me as the guy that would rather sit up the night before a deadline frustratingly trying to get past that magical barrier known as the word count, who cares if you just came home drunk, you can totally write this in 4 hours, and it will be the best MIND BLOWING SHIT EVER!!
This is what University is about, learning how to balance fun and work, although I'd trade this for a steady 9-5 job anyday, at least you don't get homework in most cases.
I have made compromises though, as everyone knows you should never piss off your inner demon or they will make your life miserable such as giving you stomach problems right before the exam or making your brain shut down when you really need it the most.
So, in order to please my bad side, I have bought a bottle of red wine to entertain myself while writing on my dissertation, who said that Uni work can't be fun?