Yeah, really

I'm distracted.

I have a major 15 page paper due this coming Monday and final exams on Wednesday, and....I'm not prepared at all. And of course, here I am, blogging.

Well, anything to keep myself from facing my demons. I'd type a sentence and then get distracted by the juicy conversation taking place between my two roomies in the living room (2 hot girls yakking, imagine the stories!). I'd linger for half an hour, watch them try on clubbing outfits for party tomorrow and then trot back sadly to my work. Few minutes later, I'd make my way to the kitchen cabinets to look for my hidden stash of chocolates. Then, I'd get a glimpse of the huge watermelon staring back at me from the fridge and proceed to cut myself a section and stuff my face silly in its red and juicy flesh. Then, I'd go pee. Then, I'd want to scrub the toilet bowl clean. Then, while I'm at it, I'd clean the bathtub too. Then, I'd make my way back to the laptop and type another sentence. Then, I'd surf the net and look up food porn. Then, I'd feel guilty and go back to my work again. And then.....I'd find more ways to distract myself. Like, blogging.

Argh. I'm so dead. Gotta kick myself in the shin and get to work.

But you know what, it's almost bed time now. 

I'll wake up tomorrow morning and start again.

I'll be more productive then.

Yeah, really.

But that's what I said yesterday.

No, really.