STUDYING

I hate studying. I think most people do. I've been procrastinating badly, but distracting myself by doing other things in order to avoid guilt.
So far I have:

• Cleaned my room twice a day
• re hung my posters in different locations "for a nice change"
• Sent text messages to old friends that I didnt even talk to during Highschool
• Updated my phone contacts so that all contacts include last names and emails
• Had about 3 showers per day, even though im "just a little bit dirty"
• Gone for long walks and then purposly forgotten where I was going
• taken 3 hours to eat breakfast
• re organized all the cards in my wallet.
• switched the colour of the tacs on my wall
• Trimmed my fingernails, but I dont have nailclippers or fingernails
• checked facebook every 5 minutes
• taken my trash out 8 times
• asked the janitor if he needed any help cleaning the halls
• re arranged the arrangement of items in my fridge
• polished my fridge
• done scientific testing to determine the efficiency of my fridge
• checked to see how long it took my fridge to make ice
• Watched ice crystals form
• brushed my teeth 4 times in 1 day

Please keep in mind that these are all very important undertakings. They are necissary and it is perfectly logical to delay studying to make sure these things get done.

FRESHMAN 50

Who ever decided on calling it the freshman 15? I think I've gained the freshman 50! All this good food is getting to me!

KARMA

This morning, sick of paying a whopping $2.50 for a shitty tasting cup of coffee and being in a rush as usual I decided to do something that some of you would probably classify as immoral. I took my cup of coffee and walked away from the lineup, refusing to pay for the crap that they expect us to drink. Some of you may call it stealing, but I just call it being a student. Were cheap. We HAFTA do it.
So anyways, feeling all smug and above the law I walk back to class with Hazelnut Vanilla flavoured coffee in hand. As im sitting down and preparing to take notes for lecture the coffee lid pops off and spills all over my lap. Not only if it incredibly hot, but as if commanded by some divine entity the coffee runs down my leg and into my shoe. The coffee was quite large, so alot of coffee ends up in my shoe and like I said, its HOT, and feels even hotter when inclosed in my shoe. As if this is not embarrasing enough, I scream and kick off my shoe, which fliies at lightening speed into the seat infront of me. Drawing the attention of the crowd most people turn and laugh, but of course all the girls are quite sympathetic. its cuz im cute. So, with my dignity broken and my lap soaking wet I pick up my shoe and quickly walk out. Now im here, writing this blog, with a third degree burn on my ankle sipping the third of my coffee that I managed to save.

Remeber kiddies. Dont ever steal, nothings free, god will make you pay.