My Lazy Problem (part1)

I have a problem. Now before you start thinking, "I thought you weren't going to talk about your clumsiness again until you absolutely had to!" I would like to let you know that clumsiness is not the problem to which I am referring. In fact, if you read the title of this post, it tells you my problem is laziness. Now that you know my problem, I am considering wrapping this post up and saving some cyber trees. (yes there are such things, and if there are not, then I would like to ask everybody to go write a Wikki entry about cyber trees right now)

Since I am actually not a cyber-eco activist and I would like a chance to introduce everybody to Savior, I will go ahead and finish this post. Before I begin, here is my formal admittance that I have been lazy almost my entire life. However, my laziness reached its all time high when I moved out of the house for the summer between my junior and senior year. Most people say that when one finally gets out on their own, their maturity takes over and they somehow become instantly responsible. Unless I am just a strange case, I beg to differ.