Okay...I just realised, today, how much I hated studying. I knew I hated studying, but I hadn't realised the full extent of my loathing until this morning at 10.
I had promised myself to finish one page of Math workbook everyday after my poor performance in Math tests nowadays. So I got out my book, calculator, pencil, exercise book, and got down to waste an hour of a perfect sunday doing a WHOLE page on Kinematics. The house was not a condusive place to study. Phone calls were ringing off the hook, and since most(ALL) of the calls were for my Mom, the annoying ringing was accompanied by a whole lotta cussing(You know Mom), and when she finally answered the damn phone, she can't just TALK into the receiver, she has to YELL. YELL. HOLLER. GOOD god! As if Math wasn't pissing me off enough because I couldn't for the life of me figure out how the angle of a fucking wheel contributed to it's speed, and even the wrong position of my pencil set off a full stream of expletives. By the way you sadistic book publishers, is it that hard to provide an answer key with accurate answers to EVERY question and make the damn thing detachable?! You know how annoying it is to flip to and fro only to discover there were no given answers?! And the situation was NOT helped by Mom's off-lyric off-tune singing of ABBA's Mamma Mia. Son of a-
Whoever said Studying will be condusive to your good health and well being in the future must have zero blood pressure. WAKE UP AND SMELL THE DAISIES!

Da_movie_kid was shot at 4:15 PM