Wasting Time :D

Procrastinating

January 1^st, 2012 - 8:57 p.m.

My eyelids drooping down slowly from the lack of sleep, the moon shining through the window by just the slightest sliver, the long car ride home made my muscles tense and I’m fairly certain my back is twisted from the awkward position I was forced to endure in the car. I’m finally home, and about time too, I was feeling a little home sick. It’s Sunday night, luckily I have tomorrow off or else I might go insane attempting to wake myself at 6:00 a.m. I couldn’t imagine trying to get my legs off my bed, let alone the rest of my body, and knowing my cat, Spunky; he’ll be laying there with me negating any effort at movement. The clock ticks past 9:00 and my eyelids get heavier, although out of the corner of my eye right before they shut, I saw the blinking light of my laptop entering hibernate mode. I knew that I wasn’t going to sleep just yet, no matter how tired I was, I’m on a vacation, and dammit I’m going to use it up as much as I can. I scroll through the icons: PowerPoint, Skype. I get to Internet Explorer, and delete it, why would I want that slow web browser clotting my desktop? I was having a hard time finding Mozilla Firefox, little did I remember, I moved it to the other side of the screen the previous day, I have no idea why, but I did, I might have OCD, or should it be CDO?  I kept browsing through the icons: Zune, Minesweeper, which I conveniently named MindFreeker, and Word… which made me wonder to myself what homework I had, which reminded me of my English story that my teacher said, “Have two pages done if you can”. Have two pages done… if you can… good enough for me, I’m not doing my English paper if it’s due in two weeks, I’m listening to music and going on Facebook, I have time to procrastinate.

January 2^nd, 2012 – 9:12 a.m.

There’s always that moment in the night where you ponder all the things you could have done that day, at that same time you’re just sitting there on Facebook or playing a game, or playing a game on Facebook, who knows, but when I thought back I realized I could have started my short story. I had some pretty good ideas, but none of them really seem to fit my style, and then there’s the fact that I’m lazy. I got up from my bed, the blanket warm from the overheating laptop, brushed my teeth, and looked at the Listerine and thought how bad the taste was, but I used it anyways, blehhh. I jumped back into my room, well, not really jumped, more of sluggishly struggled my way through the doorway because my legs had no energy. I turned towards my bed and was about to lay down, but I can’t, and do you know why? My cat’s lying there, just chillin’, starin’ me down, I know he wants treats, but I’m not going to give him any, otherwise it wouldn’t be a treat, silly kitty. My eyes slam shut and I’m out within the minute, thank you comfy bed for always being there when I need you, I’ll wake up again at 11:00 or so, if I feel like it, I’m going to Theo’s house so I probably should, he can wait though.

January 2^nd, 2012 – 9:13 p.m.

            My last day of break I think was spent wisely; Theo’s house is always a good time, especially since I get to steal his lemonade. I think about my short story, just for a second, it’s an “A” day tomorrow anyways, I don’t have to do it, I’m going to bed.

January 3^rd, 2012 – 8:37 p.m.

            Mondays always suck… I hate them with a burning passion, knowing the rest of the week is still to come, and today felt no different than a Monday really. The only thing I really should do is write my paper, but I doubt my teacher would care if I even had it started or not, we usually get off topic somehow anyways, which I’m not complaining about at all but I still don’t think I need to type it up just yet, and why would I when I have Guitar Hero sitting here taunting me to play it more, in fact, why am I wasting my time writing in this journal?

January 11^th, 2012 – 9:32 p.m. MY BIRTHDAY!!!  J

            On the nightstand a phone casually rested. I wasn’t quite sure if this phone was mine or my brother’s phone, we have the same one, however one thing was certain, this phone was annoying me to death. “BUZZ…BUZZ….BUZZ”, went the phone. All I could think about in my head was “SHUT UP!” Of course I wasn’t able to reach it because you are never are able to reach it, and all I was able to do was groan, “Uggghhhhh” but I was certain it wasn’t my phone because mine I remember was off. It must have been Moonllight texting my brother again, yes, her name is Moonlight, I know I thought it was the best thing ever too. I always make jokes to my brother asking if she has a brother named Sunshine, she doesn’t, but how great would that be? I honestly tried writing my English paper, I really did, but I had a great excuse, it was my birthday! I was still happy and excited from the great day I had. However these thoughts quickly diminished greatly to sickness. My stomach was churning from the over occupancy of cake that resided there along with the Buffalo Wild Wings, this was in fact the worst possible combination anyone can eat. I am telling you, it hurts; there is no way I’m going to write about anything now. Through the pain of the illness, I was still able to close my eyes and call it a great day, definitely not a waste of time in my mind.

January 15^th, 2012 – 3:57 p.m.

            In a period of the night, in which these pulsing pains were strengthened, I had woken from my dreams by a thunder of crashes. Yes, my cats were fighting like they always are, and they ran right into the door, making an extremely loud thud. It is now Sunday, the day in which everyone does their homework they didn’t do over the other days of the weekend. I’ve gained an abundant amount of anxiety for the exams to come this week, along with facing multiple personal problems. I hate the way I feel with it all building up inside me, so I do what I always do, think it out. I like to think about everything I need to do, how long it’s going to take and ask myself if I really care enough to bother with it. Most of the things that concern me I just think away, however sometimes I’m not able to. The most concerning item of importance on my mind is the English story that I still have yet to finish, although I know that I’ll get it over with eventually…

January 17^th, 2012 – 7:55 p.m.

            I sit here on January 17^th, the day before my English story is due and I still have yet to finish it. Writing it now seems like more than a task than ever. I know I have Facebook open along with word, the music on, and my TV is also blurting out useless information, but I know that I have to focus my mentality on the paper. I stare at it for several minutes, rereading it in a British accent, then check to see my Key Club status; it still says I only have two hours in, so I get to talk to someone about that. I try to change the wording to italics and wonder what the quick key is, control + I, saw that one coming. I finally gain the concentration to work on my story, writing out enough words per minute to quickly deplete most of the requirements. I near the end, it’s barely in sight, although I also see that I’ve gone past four pages, sorry about that Mrs. Woods. I type the last words which leak onto the fifth page, finally I see my hands smith that last one, it’s over, I’ve finalized my story, it’s finally finished. 

Author's Note: This short story was written with the intention of demonstrating what it's like to go through when having to construct an English paper. After having read three different short stories all by different authors, the defense mechanisms embedded in each story reflected how the defense mechanism was triggered in my story. Mimic lines were also used, all three from the story "Black Cat" by Edgar Allen Poe.