DUN DUN DUNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNN.
Or something.
But as I'd mentioned earlier, just because you have 3 hours of free time, doesn't mean you will use it all to diligently sit at your desk. I may sit at my desk, but for most of that period I'm tapping my foot thinking, "hmm, I'm wondering what's for dinner." Then I remember it's the same old pizza and mushy vegetables, and that disheartens me a little bit. At least I can still be a fruit-ivore.
So there's a price for being a responsible adult making responsible decisions, that end up being, "I'll study for my English midterm after this one last episode, one last season--eh, screw it, I'll study once I'm dead." I'm not saying I wish I could be locked up in the dungeon that was my middle school study hall, but at least there you were forced to study or die of boredom. Here, there's no one telling me I can't invite people to hang out and watch How I met Your Mother in between classes or video chat with some far-away friends. Sure, my roommate tells me to make grownup decisions and what have you, but to that I go, "pshaw, let's go get some espresso milkshakes at 2:00 in the morning." No time like the present to go party like a wild child with some caffeine. Unless I decide to be that person in a senior citizens' home riding a motorbike....but actually.
So there is actually tons of extra time to be
Namaste.
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