not cute karen ew gross old lady whtever you guysThere was one year in middle or high school- I really cannot remember- when it was very near the end of the school year, perhaps when half days started signaling the imminent freedom, when I would come home, chill the fuck out in my backyard, drink soda, and read Harry Potter until I literally passed out in bed, and then wake up when my alarm went off in the morning. And I would still be in the clothes from the day before but it was almost summer so who cares? And I would change and grab my unopened backpack and go to school, come home 3 hours later and repeat. It was great, and that's what I feel like doing right now, which is why my lab report is a week late and still incomplete, and why I still watch the Office reruns at 11:30 when I have papers to write, which is all the time, and why I spend hours googling members of various European royal families and then independently trace their lineages back to the British monarchy with help from Wikipedia, until it is 3:12 am.
