polaris

it's not even that i can't concentrate on my studies. it's that i don't let myself be put into a position where i could even remotely understand how frustrating and infuriating it is to literally cram irrelevant but supposedly necessary information into my brain. it's like introducing an anorexic to a buffet - both horrific and impossible. if you right-clicked my mind and went to 'properties' you'd find that the pie chart is mostly full of things like spice girls lyrics and various "did you know"s found on the back of certain feminine hygiene products.

saying that i'm not in the mood doesn't work. i am NEVER in the mood. after waking up this afternoon from my slumber i proceeded to let myself cry over chuck bass' gunshot wound and then frolick on my lonesome to songs from an NSG contemporary dance ensemble whilst watching my lunch bubble over the stove.

summer school, here i come.