one pile, two pile, red pile, blue pile of homework.

top secret; w-inds.

I need to learn how to prioritize. I spent the past four, yes, goodness, four, on the internet and not doing homework. Yet, I did contemplate how much excessive studying I attempt on my part.

Procrastination is unavoidable! The government should proclaim it the next epidemic in the populace. Heck, maybe the U.N. could get involved. As much crap that I'm spewing out onto my blog right now, the world wouldn't be all good without our good, old, lazy selves.

I wrote a header! It's a big improvement. I feel like sporking Mr. History Teacher because two outlines in two weeks plus pre-final studying will lead me to sporking myself. Spork.

Spork. Spork. I am undoubtedly amused by that word right now, and am immediately reminded of my dear mom asking, "Chy? What do you call those spoon and forks put together?" "A spork?" "Ohhhhh. SPORK. (insert happy-omg-i-remember-hahaha laughing here)"

And I laugh along.

Verbals and grammar, you are a bunch of guh, go away now. Thank you.

Stir textbooks, worksheets, and other school-related material in a big pot filled with worry and a heaping helpful of procrastination. Every few hours, add a pinch of fandom and giggling. Usually finished in the wee, almost dawn-cracking hours of the morning. You have got my study habits in a little recipe, thank you very much.

And now, I feel like I've gained some sort of literary license. Right.