Please Put Your Ghostly Tounge in my Mouth and Move it all Around

The title of this post has little to with what i am going to talk about, but hey, at least I'm not from Molde.

So guys and girls,

I am lazy. Incredibly so. The type that would rather use 30x more effort and time than just doing something i try to avoid. The result is a weird vicious cycle of regret and procrastination.

This is great cause im in the IB where we write 3000 word essays in a week with heaps of other homework.


B'aaaaaaaw


I like complaining. not like it isn't obvious but I thought that I might mention so that you understand that i am aware of it and im not just a cry baby. Even though, I actually am. :c

Too lazy; didn't read: B'AAAAAAAAW

More complaining about non-imporant things.

A certain overachieving Asian has begun his crusade to spread the word about the joy and sorrows of lists. His unhealthy obsession with self improvement has reached the point where he needs to write down 5 things that he needs to do every day. He is planning on walking up at 5 AM in the MORNING EVERY DAY, FOREVER. This is frighteningly retarded. Since he is the type who does ALL of his homework, often stretching long into the wee hours of the morning, he will obliterate his sleep pattern and soon he will become a nocturnal animal who writes lists, works out and eats bananas for lunch.

Ps. BAAWWWW im going to die because im so lazy Bawww

Hard Weeks Ahead AKA Me Complaining About Things

Tentamen.

The "mock exams" that count for a large part of our final grade, the painful week simply shoving the fact in our face that another year has ran by and the torture of sitting inside for 7 days studying while joyous youngster frolic in the fresh spring heat.

Tomorrow (approximately 10.5 hours from now) I will in a small magenta colored classroom, staring down at a terrifying document known as fransktentamen. My french 1 exam is going to be boring and a failure. Because, as I am writing this, precious seconds get wasted that I could be spending writing down french words with no translation.

My weekend is going to be busy doing 2 things. Practicing our play for my drama from the crack of dawn (10 am counts as the crack of dawn during the weekend) and studying "theoretical mathematics".

Monday will probably be wasted away until around 11 pm when I realize that maybe I should do some preparation for the Norwegian exam.

Tuesday will be spent weeping over how mind numbingly boring, yet ironically, horribly stressful the exam is. Then I will start preparing for the English exam. I want/physically need a perfect score on the English and our teacher is hard to impress. I think i will make an entire post about our teachers some other time.

Wednesday will be spent practicing The Spanish Fly (my drama group's next performance) and perhaps fearing the big dark hole my English teacher will put me in if I don't come to school with 10 dictionaries, 20 non-Wikipedia pages from the internet, 2 spare memory sticks, an extra pair of pants in case I piss myself in fear and an emergency number on my telephone for when I try poisoning myself if something doesn't save.

Thursday is the English exam and I think you can guess how I feel about it.

Friday. HERP DERP MATH DURR HURRF. I really don't want to take this exam because I really, really, really need to do well. My math grades are all over the place and this could make or break my grade. I also have to dress up as a rabbit (technically a hare) and be mistaken for the Easter Bunny.

Saturday will be yet another day of paid humiliation when I go to work. As a Bunny rabbit.

Sunday....ummm...Could it posssibly be?....is it possible that....I don't have anything to do on Sunday? Of course not. I have the big fat dutch project I need to work on. Plus practice for the play.

Will I survive this long tiresome week of exams and little social interaction? Yes. Will I enjoy it? No.

Final thought: writing this blog has been the best form of distraction and procrastination ever. I'm going to go back to writing french words and reading about the lonely nerd Guillaume.

Edit thought: I hate the words physical and inertia because it seems like there are hundreds of ways to spell them.