So This Might Be A Book

On Deadlines

There comes a time in every under achieving teenagers life where they realize just how much time they wasted. Now thankfully my time passed a long time ago, but I just had a little reminder of it today. With 24 hours in a day and maybe ten of it (usually less) there is a good 12-15 hours where we are awake and could do something productive.

Today I definitely could have done something productive, but I didn't. See I watched an entire season of Ugly Americans today. Side note: how did this show get canceled after just two seasons? Anyway I spent seventeen periods of twenty one minutes staring at a little screen on my phone because my mother was busy watching Dance Moms.

Now I love watching trashy people tear themselves apart as much as any dutiful servant of the dark lord but that's why I go to school. Not everybody is meant to be an astronaut, but some can still entertain me just as much with the oh so classy defense for why they shouldn't get a referral "This bit be cray." There is a certain amount of joy I get in watching imbeciles do this. Seriously just sit in the back of a regular class and you will see the teacher who has given up on teaching hand out worksheets, attempt to explain instructions but then get booed back to her chair and then "conversation" commences. I put conversation in "" because I can't discern any coherent thought being made in the room. You might be able to also hear the sound of some attempting to think and that is a truly annoying sound.

Not everybody can hear the sound of attempted thought, it takes someone who is by all accounts a loser, has sociopathic tendencies, and can't go more than three days without being mean to somebody or else their soul begins to thaw out and that is a truly terrifying fate for me. I just completely left Dance Moms let's get back to that.

Alright, trash. Now mom has watched three seasons of it in the past week. Which isn't too surprising really because even when she wasn't sitting in a chair all day she still watched TV for the majority of the time she was home.

I really don't know how to fix this bad habit of mine because not much interests me in this town.

I suddenly feel very tired even though it's only 7:30 but anyway I'm going to stop writing now. Also to all 125 people or hostages who read my stuff so far thank you/keep doing it or else. I have no writing talent and really just type what I think but if anybody finds it entertaining you're welcome. Ciao.