So… Anyone interested in doing my homework?
I would be willing to offer you payment in the forms of the following:
Just… Wow. I’m so unmotivated that it is simply breathtaking. I have so much to do, and I just want to cocoon in my covers forever (or until it’s time for summer or college)
Well… I can just study for that when I wake up.
It’s eleven at night, and I haven’t done any homework.
Guess I better just go to bed.
and not do calculus.
Last night’s dreams consisted of:
They were pleasant enough, but there wasn’t a theme or plot. It was over all very boring. I woke up disappointed with myself.
is a little bit more bearable if you listen to Rachmaninoff and pretend you’re an evil mastermind while doing it.
Going to do homework. (In reality, I’m probably just going to bed.)
a) Working on college applications or essays
b) Working on the mass of homework that’s do tomorrow
c) Logged out of Tumblr
d) At the very least reading or doing something productive
But I am instead doing none of the above. Damn internet.
530 more words of this? I don’t know if I can do it. Yes, I believe in this. Fervently! It’s just, I don’t know. Maybe I’ve got writer’s block or something. Maybe… Probably not. I probably need to drink a cup of tea, and concentrate. Not think about other assignments, or college, or people, or Netflix, or tumblr, or the cat, or snacks. Just this. Just focus on this. Write something you love. Write something that you’ll be proud of, and something to impress. Something that puts a little bit of you into it. Because honestly, how many things you write do that? Use adverbs, and adjectives, and a thesaurus. I hope that no one ever leaves, cause I don’t wanna be alone with me. Here comes. Stop typing Wombats lyrics. Focus, Annie! I know you like them. They’re catchy. Damn. Five more minutes of class.
Just kidding. I had no idea what to write about half way through my intro and just wrote that to look busy. Now I’m in the same boat, but it’s due by 1:00 AM. Alkjlkjdglkjglkajdg.