IT'S TIME FOR FINALS.

♠ 02

It's half time into the week and I already know I won't make it.

I have my finals this week, and we all know how much of a procastinator I am.

I sit down with a sharpened pencil on my desk getting ready to solve some problems.

"OKAY. LETS DO THIS. MATH. SQUARES. TRIANGLES. 45-45-90 THEOREM. YEAH. PORN."

I somehow ended up from my room to the basement on the computer. What the fu.

I realized how sidetracked I can get, and realized I wasn't gonna be able to study without assistance.

Without anywhere to go, I turned to my best friend Kenny.

"Uh, sure man, no problem. What do you need help with?"

"I need you to help me study for my math finals, man. My parents are going to kill me if I don't score a good grade on this."

"Sure thing."

He grabs the review sheet and tells me to solve these problems.

"OKAY. LET'S DO THIS. MATH. SQUARES. TRIANGLES. 45-45-90 THEOREM. YEAH. PORN."

FUUUU—

We somehow ended from HIS house to MY basement.

Okay okay, it isn't over yet, amirite?

I moved onto studying for my history. At least for this, I had to study for "interesting topics."

"YEAH. LETS DO THIS. COUP D'ETAT. WOMEN. MECHANIZATION. WOMEN. MONOPOLIES. WOMEN. REIGN OF TERROR. WO–"

FU—–

Tired with studying, I proceed to take a break by pulling an old hamburger out of the refrigerator.

I'm about to take a bite out of the burger when my eyes dart towards to the computer.

Then back to the burger.

Back to the computer.

Then back to the computer.

FML.

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