I might never go to Six Flags, unless blindfolded and kidnapped by my friends. I might never actually sit on one of those roller coasters, but that doesn't mean I don't experience the roller coaster every week. Every Monday starts with a firm belief in the fact that I will get a job after graduation. Tuesday comes along and the firm belief turns into a probably. Wednesday rolls in and I am at half enthusiasm already. Thursday brings with it a might not. Friday is probably not. And the weekend? The weekend I sit at home contemplating if I can eat chips and watch sitcoms forever. Sunday night is when the usual panic sets in. No one can blame me for not wanting to go on a real roller coaster. My very own roller coaster has quiet a lot of loops and climbs and falls. No wonder I absolutely hate Six Flags. That and my irrational fear that I will lose my glasses on a ride somewhere.
Accompanying me on this roller coaster ride is the current weather. I leave for a class in the morning wearing a pair of boats, change into flats by mid day and by late afternoon, I am almost on flip flops. Thank you weather, for making me change my clothes practically three times a day. Just what I needed in addition to the massive amounts of homework I have. And I'm still just sitting here, freezing in my own apartment, drinking Snapple from a Rutgers glass, with my planner open beside me to remind me of the massive amount of stuff I should be doing, and still not doing anything. Oh Senior year! When you can give a shit and not give a shit at the same time.
There's no problem with staying up studying till 2 am everyday for an entire week. Save for the fact that I get hysterical fits of laughter browsing Imgur when I'm taking "breaks" from studying. And I laugh all alone. Still drinking my Snapple. Still too lazy to get up and increase the temperature so I don't get frostbite. Wait it just increased on its own. Oh the marvels of modern technology.
To Snapple or not to Snapple, that is the question.
To sleep or not to sleep, that is the question.
To procrastinate or not to procrastinate, that is the question.
To scrub the stove or not to scrub the stove, that is the question.
About time I go to sleep on the couch because I have no time to put away the mound of clothes piled on my bed.
Accompanying me on this roller coaster ride is the current weather. I leave for a class in the morning wearing a pair of boats, change into flats by mid day and by late afternoon, I am almost on flip flops. Thank you weather, for making me change my clothes practically three times a day. Just what I needed in addition to the massive amounts of homework I have. And I'm still just sitting here, freezing in my own apartment, drinking Snapple from a Rutgers glass, with my planner open beside me to remind me of the massive amount of stuff I should be doing, and still not doing anything. Oh Senior year! When you can give a shit and not give a shit at the same time.
There's no problem with staying up studying till 2 am everyday for an entire week. Save for the fact that I get hysterical fits of laughter browsing Imgur when I'm taking "breaks" from studying. And I laugh all alone. Still drinking my Snapple. Still too lazy to get up and increase the temperature so I don't get frostbite. Wait it just increased on its own. Oh the marvels of modern technology.
To Snapple or not to Snapple, that is the question.
To sleep or not to sleep, that is the question.
To procrastinate or not to procrastinate, that is the question.
To scrub the stove or not to scrub the stove, that is the question.
About time I go to sleep on the couch because I have no time to put away the mound of clothes piled on my bed.
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