Procrastination

OK, so Friday was not a fun day at school for me. I guess it started on Thursday night, as I toiled over my homework until the wee hours of 11PM. That might not seem so late, but I get up at 6 in the morning to get ready for school, and seven hours of sleep isn't that much in the grand scheme of....sleep? I don't know, but here is a tip for anyone reading this (maybe 2 people) don't procrastinate. Don't wait to do a 5 page science packet, 2 science 5 paragraph essays, and 2 Geography news story reviews until 9PM the night before they're due, because you'll wake up feeling like crap, if crap is an achy, sore throat-ed, runny nose-ed, itchy eyed-ed, PO'd-ed (what's with all the -ed, I haven't a clue) 14 year old boy. To make matters worse, all we did for an hour and half of PE was shoot baskets instead of going outside to play flag football. It wasn't raining that hard, was it? Well, I don't know, because we didn't go outside to play flag football! We also did the trunk lift, which seems designed to put you in a prime position to either a) get your back broken or b) get (man, I hope I'm aloud to say this) get raped.


(The humiliating trunk lift)

And before anyone gets all harrumphed-ed about the word rape (geez I said it again) let me justify it for a second. I assume the rules of this blog are "don't say anything that you wouldn't say in a classroom setting" but it seems that all I ever here about in class is rape. Rape rape rape. Actually, my logic is probably flawed, because if I could say the F, B, A, S words, or even the BS word or the FA word (are those even words?). Okay, here's a solution. If you, or you (remember, there are only two people reading this) are offended

the word rape, then skip the last section and start reading.....

Here. But wait. If you knew to start reading here, you'd have already had to have read the last line, which contained the word rape. And, if you read the last line, you probably at least skimmed the paragraph which contained the last line, which contained rape 6 times, and implied that certain swear words may or may not exist. And if you've read this far, you've read the word rape again, and, just barely, again. OK, this is getting out of rape, I mean hand. From now on, just try not to be offended, and I'll try not to say rape. I'll just say the "R word" which implies that rape exists, but doesn't come right out and say rape. Crap.

So back to my original point rape, I mean, procrastination. Right now, I am currently guilty of procrastination, as I am sitting here, at 9:18PM (less than two hours before this is due) with around 400 of my 500 word a week blog quota completed. Wow, that was a run sentence which seemed to make absolutely no sense. So sorry to the two of you still reading this (if you are in fact still reading it). Good job. Let me congratulate you, gentle rapers, I mean readers, (there are two of you, remember) for making it this far. I know this has been long and off topic and rambling, and sometimes insufferably boring,  but you've stuck to it. Good job. Let me say it a third time, but this time different. Great job. And now, as I have no discernible way of telling how many words I have, other than counting, which sux (ha, see I can txt), let me commence with the raper, I mean filler.

Politics. All I seem to here about politics in school is "Well I'll tell ya', that fricking Obama." What's so fricking about Obama, the Bamster as I call him (I met his wax sculpture in DC)? Does he really deserve to get the eyes of his picture scratched out and have SATAN written underneath, which is what happened at my elementary in 2008, during the election. Is he really Satan? I thought that Satan was Satan. Maybe he isn't living up to you guys-ez (or, dare I say, you guys-ez parent's) expectations, but does that deserve an induction into the Satan Hall of Fame, where his portrait will adorn the walls along with Hitler, and thousands of rapists (wow, I can't believe I said it again). I honestly don't think so, I mean you can dislike a guy, but that doesn't make him Satan. If that were the case, then half the school (and perhaps some of the faculty, but I'm not one to name names) would have to walk around wearing "Hello, My Name is Satan" name tags.

PS (post script)... Woah...Sorry about the weird ending, you two. Hopefully, I won't get cornered and beat up by you guys, although I feel pretty confident that I could evade two untrained attackers (unless one or both of you happen to be ninjas).