Life, why you so hard?

Deciding to write about a few things right now since I just can’t muster the will to study for this long ass quiz tomorrow. I’ll get into details in a bit.
I’m such a procrastinator.
Rambling my brain on something to write about. Well, I do have one specific topic to write about. It’s actually been eating away at me the whole day now, but I thought it would be better to mention it a bit later in my blog. You know…as my final statement/story thing. So my problem now is looking for a topic.

Here’s one…
Homework.
Homework’s a bitch. Especially reports. The fact that you have to research and compile and stand in front of an audience of your peers and chatter away nervously is one hell of the biggest bitches out there.
I’m one of those people who dislike studying. Ha. So is 95% of the entire world’s student population.
Thing is though…is that I’m one of those people who don’t ever study but still manage to pass.
To those people who can do this: Hell yeah. We’re awesome.
To everyone else: Sucks for you.
But I digress.
There’s just this one single thing I hate about reporting: The actual ‘research’. It’s the only actual time I really have any form of studying going on.
Laziness FTW.
But this isn’t the worse part of it though. Supposedly, I’ll be reporting with twelve of my other ‘lucky’ classmates tomorrow about different topics on Aircraft repairs and sh*t.
Well I must have been the hand of fate’s favorite sucker, because I got ‘Damage Necessitating on the Replacement of Parts’.
Google doesn’t know the f*ck that means…and Google’s supposed to know everything.
So here I am. Sitting like a dump f*ck, without any material to work on because search engines don’t know what ‘Damage Necessitating on the Replacement of Parts’ means. Sure, I tried other variants of the phrase like ‘aviation damage that need part replacing’ or ‘when to replace broken airplane parts’. The best thing the searches came up with is this.
Oh yeah. This piece of poo laptop doesn’t have PowerPoint. Yay.

Trivia: It’s almost 11pm and I still haven’t done my report OR study for this epicly long quiz tomorrow. I wouldn’t sweat the quiz, but I was absent half the day if you remember, and I do not know what it’s going to be about.
Let’s say this is a ‘special case’.

Actually, the reason why I haven’t been studying is because…well…I can’t. As much as I try to muster the little strength I need to read my text book (its a big-ass text book) is because of…this girl.
Let’s call her Bee.
Thing is, me and Bee had this thing a month ago. We hit it off like Babe Ruth (greatest baseball player eva) and was one of the best months in my life.
I won’t go into details on what happened cuz there’s a truck load of drama in this story and I don’t have time to write down all of it (maybe in a future blog), so I’ll cut to the chase.
We haven’t talked in 3 days. I bumped into her a couple of times yesterday and we exchanged glances, but that was it.
Gosh, I can’t get her out of my mind. I didn’t think she would affect me this much. She was just supposed to be a fling. Nothing more! So then…why? Nah. I lie. I was actually very serious about her. It’s sad. I’m sad. I promised her I’d take her to a 3D movie and teach her to use chopsticks and…MAC STOP IT.
I’m really trying my hardest to forget her. Not completely though, cuz I still have the intention of being her friend for the next several years and because that’s just mean. I just wanna forget those lovey-dovey feelings I have for her so I can get back with my life.  That would work for a while, but then I get careless and think about her and all the times we had and would have had. I would catch myself and ensue smacking myself thinking, “Dude! What the fudge?! Get over her!”

*sigh*
Anyway, I hope this’ll pass. If not, then I’ll forever be an anti-social, emo guy failing school due to depression and heartbrokennessness.

I should probably leave this here?
Maybe I’ll start telling people that I actually have a blog. That way, I won’t just be writing to myself as an excuse to procrastinate. Ha.
*looks at textbook and notes*
Damn you conventional school system. I miss PACES.
No…no Mac. Reserve that topic for another day. Start working.
Damn you subconscious.

Til next time.