Mar 18, 2011 11:18
Procrastinating the damn essay due Monday, worrying about shit and not doing shit, the house isn't a home lately and yet I'm not big about being in hall these days. Whining's an outlet. I'd like to think that for the most part, I've got the art of sucking it down pat. We go back a long time. The whole my being a dog and sucking up shit. Okay, local poetry stinks of.. sameness. Or maybe I'm just easily bored. Something new already damnit! So I wanted to get up early to wash my hair, you know, that huge cumbersome affair. I rushed to the toilet the minute I was up proper. By proper I mean closing my eyes for a solid few seconds then literally pushing my body off the lovely bed, then getting dizzy cos I jumped up too fast for my brain to register the whole motion. Fighting gravity's no easy task. I saw that the heater was still on! Omg, I got so excited I did a mini happy dance in the toilet. Ya, I had like 3 minutes of hot water. Fucking hell. I'm so bad with timing, really. Or maybe god just hates me.
Sometimes, I just want to chainsmoke my day away. Just let the mind run free. But yes, we all know the dangers of that. I don't mean the chainsmoking part. Excuse me while I DECIDE which poems to fucking write on. Hahaha two days to complete this shit. So here I am, whining about an essay when the world's obviously coming to a halt soon. Look at that sentence! I should be punished for being so indulgent. Cmon Huda, a little bit of faith will do you wonders! Oh but wait, too much and suddenly the ground crumbles when you try to stand tall.