Oh My God I'm 12 minutes away from already failing the blog-scedule

Holy crap, it's 12 to 12, and I've been procrastinating this all day. Huge coincidence that this blog is about my week, because my week has been about slacking.
Seriously, I wonder if I'm a self-saboteur when it comes to responsibility. I seem to have a complete problem with doing things right.
Any school morning for instance. I turn on the PC at half seven, knowing it will amke me late for school. "But hey", that persuasive creature on my left shoulder whispers, "You have some self discipline, right? You could maybe just check your blogs, read your web comics, and leave, right?".
An hour later, half-aware that school is starting without me, I sit dumbly at my PC, under the tyrannical imprisonment of the StumbleUpon tool bar. It is both a blessing and a curse.
5 minutes till Sunday. Crap.
It's affecting my work. I've given up my fresh air to do coursework I could've done long ago, had I actually sat down and done it. I'm being chased up by 5 subjects at time of speaking. That's practically all my coursework-hungry ones.
I really wonder if I can actually do well in the future. Not worry, because I lack the sense to worry- but wonder nonetheless. I'm a great person for on the spot bull-shitting. Tests are great, I can just sit them unprepared. But things I actually have to work at? Willingly? When there's a copy of Final Fantasy X to finish? I scoff in the face of hard work.
Maybe a minute left.
Some say it's a gift. me? I reckon it's a really versatile disability, like having a shoulder that dislocates really easily. Maybe I have a brain that dislocates really easily. It'd explain a lot.

I'll stop while it's still Saturday.

[Edit:
So it turns out that it's time-stamped from the moment you start writing, rather than when you stop, I was in the clear all along.
Even ignoring the fact that this is American, and set at roughly 8 hours before midnight.
Fuck you, blogging software and timezones, with your numerous conspiracies.
Point stands, I made the post. Last minute, as all my work is. Rushed, too. Shaun Standard.