Studying... Studying...

It's only a matter of minutes before my life ends.

...

Actually, no. Make that hours.

Until the dreaded period comes (teehee) and I'm stuck staring down at a piece of paper with a list of fucking questions written in another language and my name on it.

...

What? What questions! I don't see any questions... Only my name... In fat, bold, writing.

And ONLY my name on it.

*cough*

As you can see, I'm on the fifth stage of procrastinating, or as I put it for those of you who don't know what procrastination is, it's putting off your work and shit.

And I'm avoiding studying. Because I lost all hope in myself, etc., etc.

(I'm not serious. I have plans or the future. PLANS. And that includes living off twinkies for a month before graduating college. .-.)

Now let's just get on with it.

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Step 1, act like a fucker and stuff your face with chicken watching videos of fluffy fat cats. Fatass.

Step 2, roll around on your couch reading. Or flipping through magazines and ordering your dog to fetch you another soda when you have a dozen empty cans inside the trash.

Step 3, look at the calendar, look how long it has been since the start of your laziness, and then grab your stomach, feel that fat, and voila.

You've officially passed the three stages of overindulgent bliss.

Step 4. Cry. Or do something about it. Like grab a book and study. Or if you're like me who has already experienced this damned cycle more than once, congratulations! You've arrived at your destination. Being a failure at life. Don't worry, after 10 years you'll probably get a decent re-start at life.

... Probably not.

Step 5, a day before your exams/interview/whatever-the-heck-you-have-that's-important-to-you. Guess what? Gained a few pounds, had some fun, and you have no idea what you're going to say or write, and when you're seated on that chair or standing on that platform facing the crowd, the first word that comes out of your mouth is...?

'Shit.'

That's why they call it regret.

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The only way to save yourself is to quit while you're ahead. ._.

Better to be safe than sorry. D:

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Don't give me that look. I'm not THAT serious about it. I was going to work... Eventually. I already have the book on my lap, finished my homework, and have begun studying.

And by studying, I mean stare at the words until they burn into my brain and fill my mind with knowledge.

... (I kid. I'm serious about my exam, don't worry. .-.)

Besides, if I graduate, I won't be stuck in this sad excuse of a uniform and won't have to be shoved out of the classroom to experience what you people call the most wonderful fifteen minutes of school.

Recess.

Damn straight. I don't want to get sunburnt during those 45 minutes of every single school day. ,_,

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It is nearly 9PM, and I'm planning on studying my ass off during break times tomorrow at school.

And hopefully pass with an average score. Less than average, better than nothing score.

...

Surprising how I went from 86 points in third grade to this pile of shit in sixth. :3

NOW BACK TO STUDYING. My book needs me. *rolls away*

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If you didn't read it, why'd you comment? .-.


Forums nowadays don't make sense. At all. ._.

 

Lol.