You know, I’m not really fond of you, but you always seem to show up at really inopportune moments. You showed up around the time of finals, though I wasn’t exactly surprised. You tend to do that a lot. You seem to have a fascinating trend of preventing me from doing school work. I thought you would take a break for the summer, apparently you haven’t.
I’ve been back for more than a week and you have put your nasty business to work. I have had one thing on my schedule all week, yet I have done very little. As of writing this article, my clothes are still mostly unpacked and lie in a suitcase on my floor. I blame you. I’ve gotten a lot less reading done than I had planned. I blame you. I am currently writing this article at eleven on a Saturday night. Once again, I blame you.
You seem to really like putting road blocks up in my life, not cool. If you could just stop for a while, that’d be great. I’d actually like to be somewhat productive this summer. So, please? Thanks, my cruel and unusual friend.