I have to study for a math test. However, because I was so unspeakably loathe to whip out the books/materials, I went online to search 'how to stop procrastinating', effectively (and quite ironically) procrastinating by searching for ways NOT to procrastinate.

I'm full, yet I have a desire to eat. I think they call that psychological obesity.
Actually, I just made that up.

Russian class, and an imaginative, unrequited love for a Russian boy whose name I don't know. In being quite honest with myself, I think I fabricated this connection just to supply a love interest in my otherwise romantically barren life. Nothing will come of aformentioned Russian boy, but it's fun to think, isn't it? Or mentally unstable.

Ah, UM...what am I even doing online? I have a math test. Classic me, I must say. Classic. Bogie/Hepburn-like classic.

Russian boy, why don't you speak to me in that thick, almost unintelligible accent? I would listen, even if you spoke purely in Russian, which I would undoubtedly find attractive. Pin me in an elevator and make love to me in a temptingly Russian manner!

Math beckons with its cold, unholy grip.