Am I really on Tumblr right now? This is not how I planned this night to go. Bad Madison, bad! I only have three and a half hours until class. I seriously need to pull it together. Only two hundred more words of this stupid 10-page research paper and I will be done. Oh, sweet! It’s another Harlem Shake video! What college student in their right mind would pass up the chance to watch people do the Bernie dance? Not me, that’s for sure. Okay, really though, I should get back to business.
I have one full sentence! I think I deserve a break. Five minutes on Facebook couldn’t hurt anybody, right? I have seven notifications on Facebook… but I’m just going to scroll through my newsfeed quickly. Wow, no one cares about your new hookah, girl I went to highschool with. I don’t understand why I even have Facebook. But the next status down is pretty funny.
Why can’t I think of anything else to type for this essay? I especially loathe conclusions. If this conclusion isn’t good, then I’m pretty much done for. Maybe if I stare at a word long enough I will get an idea. I chug my Amp energy drink so that my eyes won’t get any heavier than they already are, and I can already feel the energy going to my brain. I feel the shakes, but I’m ready to finally conquer this paper.
Maybe staring at the screen while head banging to Skrillex was not the best idea after all. Think, think, Madison, think. I’ve got something! Click, type, click, type… Wait a minute, I thought I logged out of Facebook. Apparently not.
Grumble,Grumble. After hearing my stomach, I realize just how hungry I was getting. Typing up a paper can really work up an appetite. I open my food drawer and am disappointed at the selection. There’s mac and cheese, crackers, Pop-Tarts and more mac and cheese. Mac and cheese it is, then. But I completely forgot about my roommates. I don’t want to wake them up with this loud microwave.
Why am I still staring at the screen? And why is my roommate snoring so loudly. Drip, drip, drip. Note to self: call the maintenance guy tomorrow to fix that stupid leak. Yawn. And why does my chair have to be so comfortable? I promised myself that I wouldn’t doze off. Keep your eyes open Madison! Focus! Zzz…
Madison Irwin can be reached at xoxomaddie2@aim.com.