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Am I lazy, or am I lazy or am I lazy?!

I think I'm all.

I skipped my GRA 103 lectures like a hundred times already just so I can go home early, do my homework and have them all done before CityTV airs America's Next Top Model. But what am I doing right now? Blogging.

Can someone please help me...
What is the cure for lazy bum syndrome?

Nothing?
Yeah, I thought so.

Please open your book and start reading. Mother will be terribly disappointed if she finds out about your poor studying habits. I know university is not as carefree as high school. In point of fact, it's not "caring," or "free" at all. So do all your homework because as sad as it sounds, you are paying to do them.

Look at the type gauge. Look at it! If you are not going to use it to measure those loathsome points and picas, use it to hurt yourself. A little slap on the wrist should get you moving again. Kill that stupid laziness that is overpowering you, please.

I know you are overwhelmed by the workload – who isn’t? But if you actually start working, you’ll get in the zone for sure and will actually enjoy the seemingly dislikable labour.

You better start studying or I’m going to…delete LimeWire!! Look at you now; you’ve gone from LimeWire to haywire. You’re deranged. Stop talking to yourself.

Love Always,
Denise

Ok, don’t be an indifferent fool and automatically victimize this respected and talented individual by the Black stereotypes society disgustingly created to organize the system. Ludacris is the man! I’m making an entry about a rapper I once snubbed and made fun of - this is something.

So, why the sudden conversion to the truth saving cult of Ludacrism? Well, I have been quite the believer after watching Crash. The man can actually act! Who knew?! Obviously, I didn’t! I’m just craving for more Ludacris…ahem, “More Ludacris Please, please!”

Ludacris is obviously under appreciated. When people hear his name, they think about booty and BBQ right away. Well, I don’t think about him like that anymore, my slate is clean! When I hear the glorious name of Ludacris, I fall down on my knees and pull a Nick Carter drama effect (refer to the Incomplete video). Yes, he made such an impact on my life…I-I-I cannot even fathom the depth of his greatness.

I mean, look at that picture! He wants your love and it’s in you to give! Show some mad respectz, yo.

School is draining. It sucked out all my energy and money. I'm just blankly staring at my textbooks wondering what I'm supposed to do with them: burn, rip, recycle, and perhaps read?

My room is depressing, I feel like a prisoner. The lime green Chinese take-out box that once made my shallow self extremely thrilled is now the centre of my hate. I want to rip it off my message board and throw it away. It represents all the good and happiness in the world – it represents unrealism! For an inanimate object, it’s quite the liar. I want to puke.

Speaking of boxes, I found this really dusty box in the basement. It’s labeled “Denise - Miscellaneous”. I opened the box to see what it hides. There, I found two Sailor Moon action figures (my favourite toys when I was seven), Spice Girls stickers (it’s not like you didn’t like them too!), this horrific, “I love Baby-Sitter Club” pin (ok, that I’m quite ashamed of), marbles and some diary entries. I refuse to talk about those entries, as a matter of fact; I want to burn them along with my textbooks. Reading those darned thoughts revived a past I choose not to visit. Heh, we are all running away from the past – well, at least I am.
Anyway, November is another month of fighting insomnia. Pray for me. I don’t think I’m going to survive school. Sigh, but then again, no sweat…no glory.