I am sitting here trying to put off the inevitable and, unfortunately, necessary, as long I possibly can.
On Wednesday I have a huge test for Anatomy and Physiology, on Friday I have a play critique due in Intro to Theatre, Next Tuesday I have a really intense Lab practical, and next Wednesday I have a test in Intro to Theatre. This is a very small list of the things that I should be preparing for right now. But I'm not. I'm writing on here, checking e-mail, checking aim, thinking sadly about my freshly trashed room (thanks sisters), wishing I could sleep . . .
Why is it SO hard to focus? Why can't I just do what needs to be done like a real grown-up?
"In my head there's a Greyhound station, where I send my thoughts to far off destinations, so they may have a chance of finding a place where they're far more suited than here . . . "
Death Cab For Cutie-Soul Meets Body
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