Ok. We can't be that bad. That bad . . .
We don't really get anything done. I don't anyway: this is why I am writing this blog post rather than coming up with summaries of the English Reform Act of 1832 and the Chartist Act of whenever. Both are due tomorrow morning. Instead, I think the plan is that we're going to suddenly get the munchies and go schmoke by the tracks. Tobacco, that is. In pipes. Cuz we badass like that. Uh-huh.
And every single part of those last two sentences hurt my insides. I am so not gangsta, and overtime I try to be, it is just wrong.
My friends save my life, all the time. If it had not been for them, today would have been summed up by me sequestered in my room or a nearby study room, eating snacks and burning my eyes with sinfully short episodes How I Met Your Mother. They're short enough that clicking next episode does not inspire as much as guilt as if they had been Doctor Who episodes––though don't make me a saint on watching those on end either. This semester has his the mid-semester slump, and I've begun to just give up on my assignments (interestingly enough, the aforesaid summaries are the easiest and most enjoyable, and I say *gag with a spoon* to the others) and fail for the year. Of course, this is what I say today, but in a few hours, I will slog out of it and push out some B.S.'ed paper. And then more sitcom to bore away the hours without having to think about how my life is falling into insignificance until––
––my amazing friends pull me out and take me to Taco Bell. Things, other than a deficit of loose change in my purse (funny thing: most of my dimes do not work in the snack machine. I think I will have to pass these buggers off at the coffee shop now) and going blind from the computer light, have been accomplished!
Psh, anytime. Always willing to prevent burnout.
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