Spring Forth Like A Cactus

So I gotsta hella type some shit about my own self for my creative writing class an' I'm all thinking "Cake, bro, it'll be like I'm typing in my blog!" All assignments since the creation of this damn blog have been related to this damn blog in the sense of how much work I'm going to have to put into it. Cuz I don't put any god damn work into this blog. None. I merely type. That is all. But that's basically what I give for my actual assignments too. Nerfin'. Nerfin' atol. So I'm all thinking I could simply write like a blog type entry and spruce it up textual style like so that it looks all spiff, print the sucka and ride it all the way to Grape Apple Town, but then I'm all "Wait a tic... I can't even think of anything to type into my blog no more... I got hell big kinds of writers block and stuff!"

So basically here I am with a double set of writers block, along with a desire to not do anything. Though the desire is really to do something, anything, but the overpowering need to sit and to waste away eventually takes me over and I find myself back with no inspiration and no shit to pontificate on.

Laziness is a drug. Actually, laziness is the drug. There is nothing else but laziness, the overwhelming desire to just coast, to have shit come to you without any real effort. Real drugs? Doesn't exist. Manifestation of the desire to have pleasure and good times come easily through a little pill is all. Laziness is the most addictive drug of them all, because it's next to impossible not to not do shit. Follow me here. Two negatives there. Comes to a positive. This ain't my damn English paper, I can do that shit if I want. Why do I spend my time writing this instead of, I dunno, anything else on this Earth? Laziness. It's something to do without putting any real form of effort into it. And TV. And video games. They themselves are not the culprit folks, it is YOU and your weakness. By you, I mean the everyman, and by the everyman, I mean me. I'm talking to myself here, you can go ahead and read on if you desire but I can't guarantee it'll pertain to you. If it does, sweet, connection to others/universality of concepts therein. Or perhaps you and I are the only ones who get sucked into the abyss. Then you suck.

I don't know what to write my paper about, because I don't even really know what I'm writing right now (and I totally almost wrote "writing write now" and debated with myself whether it was worth it to back and change it). Did anything worthy of telling happen in my life?

Yes.

But what.

I can't think. My mind is clouded.

It's not even due tomorrow, why the fuck am I even thinking about starting it?

Fucking laziness is what keeps people from achieving, and often even having, goals. I'm wasting the best years of my life, and will look back on this time when I'm 70 and think to myself "What the HELL happened? Why didn't I do anything? How come I have nothing to show for myself?" Then I'll get caught up in the wish that I had done something when I was younger and not get up and do anything then. Cuz Matlock 3000 will be on, and damned if I'm gonna miss Andy Griffith the 6th hand out his own special brand of street justice.

I don't have any homework to do, really. I wish I did. At the very least, I'd have something to kick my ass when I didn't do anything. Laziness is often a drug with few consequences, at least immedietly visible ones.

I hate it.