This Is How It Is

Piles of books strewn over my study table. Piles of books strewn over the table next to the computer. Notes, files, pens, coloured pens and highlighters strewn everywhere as well.

Flipping through textbooks. Flipping through dozens of files. Flipping through my notes.

Misplacing certain notes and wasting time going through every nook and cranny looking for them. Looking for files to put more stuff in. Organizing loose pieces of paper that I find whilst looking for my lost notes.

Lugging CDs from my room to the computer room. Looking for CDs I've misplaced. Copying CDs into computer files so I don't have to lug more CDs. Downloading every song imaginable according to my mood. Waste time surfing the net and chatting since I'm online. Organising songs into playlists. Get tired of listening to music on the computer and lug my radio into computer room to listen to a radio station.

Books opened in front of me. Files and notes around my books. Staring at all the words in the textbook. NOT reading, just staring with no information flowing into my head. Highlighting every single word. Have fun playing around with the many colours of highlighters I have. Stare through space and daydream. Text message people to ask if they're studying. Waste time talking to people about not studying. Stare at exam timetable. Stare at the dates 24th, 31st, 7th and 10th.

Getting sleepy. So pick up books, files and notes and put it back onto study table in room.

REPEAT THE NEXT DAY.

May I ask- where in seven hells does the actual studying fit in??

I feel like a fucking robot man. Maybe I should change my atmosphere a little. Perhaps I should start studying at the dining table from tommorrow.

Like that would help, a change of tables.

Ergh, I hate hearing people discuss their studying progress. " I've studied Chapters 1-56 and I've done all the past year papers twice!"

Go to hell and fuck yourself while you're there.