Lately I have been incredibly horrible about doing things that I should actually be doing. For example, today during lit class, I was supposed to be writing an essay with the boatloads of free time that I had, but I quickly got tired of that and decided to write random things that popped into my head. Feel free to stop reading here, but if you want to read the thoughts, they are as follows:
"Now I
am writing things so that it seems like I am being productive during class, I
should really be looking for quotes and things, but I think that I will be fine
doing this. I will now comment on anything and everything that pops into my
head. I am very warm, and the window is closed. I don’t want to think about how
sweaty I am… ssoooo hottttt. I wonder if Mrs. Hiddleston can read what I’m
typing. What if she could, and she is reading this ridiculousness. I am tired and I don’t particularly feel like going to this show choir
thing in ten minutes. I think that it will be horrible. No, I’ll be fine, but
it will still be horrible. I wish that this could be my paper because I think
that I could ramble about my thoughts for three pages. It probably looks like I have impressive things to say. There is noise in the
hall now. Hey, do you remember when Frankie came into the room to retrieve her
Mary mug? That was funny. I just looked up and she was like, “Hey can you give
me that mug?” and I think it took everything in me not to laugh, mostly becuase I didn't see her come in, so it was like she tele-ported in here. Now I want tea…
and ice cream. What if you put ice cream in tea, would that be tasty or weird? Probably
tasty. Sherbet is still better than ice cream though. Anyone who doesn’t
believe that has their priorities messed up. I mean there are so many good
possibilities with sherbet, and ice cream is always so heavy and blahh. This
may also be that I like fruity things better, and ice cream just doesn’t do
fruity right. I mean once in a while it’s nice, but mostly not. History class
today was so funny. I was sitting in the front like, WHATT Madeline? The thing is that everyone gives
Hoover such a hard time, and he was trying really hard. It’s just that the
people were scared, and whenever someone is scared they need security, and
Roosevelt was offering a security blanket. I am so sleepy, I just want to go home and go
to bed. I wish that when you took a nap, time would move a lot slower, because
you could be certain that you didn’t miss anything too important, or too many
important things."
Yeah... that happened...
