SilentMute
09-22-2010, 06:54 PM
10 a.m. Time to start homework...only I'm feeling a little restless. Maybe I'll take a walk first.
11 a.m. No longer feel restless after taking walk. The only problem is that I'm a little hungry. Okay, I'll eat lunch and then hit the books.
12 p.m. After eating, I feel tired suddenly. Maybe I'll take a nap--then I'll hit the books.
2 p.m. I feel well rested, but my brain isn't in the right frame of mind for studying. Maybe I'll play a video game.
3 p.m. Okay! Now we are going to study! Only the desk is a little dusty. Actually, didn't I plan to wipe a few things off and do laundry?
3:15 p.m. Start studying after wiping off desk and putting in laundry.
3:30 p.m. While printing out some homework, I decide to go on Facebook quickly and see if anybody has written to me. I have two notifications and one message. I'll quickly respond to these--how long can it take?
4:45 p.m. Wow! It took longer than I expected! Oh, well. I'll study.
5 p.m. Remember laundry and put it in dryer.
5:15 p.m. Friend calls and wants to cry on my shoulder because her boyfriend--who she believed would change his ways after he started going to church--has stolen her new car and driven it into a canal (big surprise here). I tell her she is better off without him. He didn't change the first four times he promised to turn over a new leaf--he probably isn't going to. She is a beautiful, smart lady (except when it comes to boyfriends)--and she deserves better! She agrees.
6 p.m. Hungry again.
6:30 p.m. Remember laundry, take it out of dryer, fold it, and put it away.
7:20 p.m. Friend calls back. Bubba Joe, who unfortunately managed to escape the car when he drove it into a canal, has promised (again) to turn his life around. Friend, whom I am convinced is abusing stupid pills, believes him yet again. I ask why. She says that Bubba claims that he had a near death experience where the Lord spared his life--but He told Bubba he had to change. Bubba won't go back on his word if he promised God, friend reasons. I point out that taking LSD is known to cause hallucinations. Friend hangs up on me angrily.
8:10 p.m. Friend calls me an embittered b**** on my Facebook wall, who doesn't have to use menstrual pads because everything is caught by the cobwebs in my vagina. I go play Wii boxing to vent my anger--fantasizing about keying friend's car--until I remember Bubba drove it into a canal. Try to think of a scathing but witty remark I can write on her Facebook wall.
10 p.m. OMG! IT IS 10 P.M.! I HAVEN'T FINISHED MY HOMEWORK! WHERE DID THE TIME GO?
11 a.m. No longer feel restless after taking walk. The only problem is that I'm a little hungry. Okay, I'll eat lunch and then hit the books.
12 p.m. After eating, I feel tired suddenly. Maybe I'll take a nap--then I'll hit the books.
2 p.m. I feel well rested, but my brain isn't in the right frame of mind for studying. Maybe I'll play a video game.
3 p.m. Okay! Now we are going to study! Only the desk is a little dusty. Actually, didn't I plan to wipe a few things off and do laundry?
3:15 p.m. Start studying after wiping off desk and putting in laundry.
3:30 p.m. While printing out some homework, I decide to go on Facebook quickly and see if anybody has written to me. I have two notifications and one message. I'll quickly respond to these--how long can it take?
4:45 p.m. Wow! It took longer than I expected! Oh, well. I'll study.
5 p.m. Remember laundry and put it in dryer.
5:15 p.m. Friend calls and wants to cry on my shoulder because her boyfriend--who she believed would change his ways after he started going to church--has stolen her new car and driven it into a canal (big surprise here). I tell her she is better off without him. He didn't change the first four times he promised to turn over a new leaf--he probably isn't going to. She is a beautiful, smart lady (except when it comes to boyfriends)--and she deserves better! She agrees.
6 p.m. Hungry again.
6:30 p.m. Remember laundry, take it out of dryer, fold it, and put it away.
7:20 p.m. Friend calls back. Bubba Joe, who unfortunately managed to escape the car when he drove it into a canal, has promised (again) to turn his life around. Friend, whom I am convinced is abusing stupid pills, believes him yet again. I ask why. She says that Bubba claims that he had a near death experience where the Lord spared his life--but He told Bubba he had to change. Bubba won't go back on his word if he promised God, friend reasons. I point out that taking LSD is known to cause hallucinations. Friend hangs up on me angrily.
8:10 p.m. Friend calls me an embittered b**** on my Facebook wall, who doesn't have to use menstrual pads because everything is caught by the cobwebs in my vagina. I go play Wii boxing to vent my anger--fantasizing about keying friend's car--until I remember Bubba drove it into a canal. Try to think of a scathing but witty remark I can write on her Facebook wall.
10 p.m. OMG! IT IS 10 P.M.! I HAVEN'T FINISHED MY HOMEWORK! WHERE DID THE TIME GO?