Delerious at the Library

Having been in the library for ten hours, I get a bit delerious at times. I'm staring at the same page for ten minutes hoping the material seeps in through osmosis or suddenly i'll be granted with the gift of a photegenic memory, memorizing words like env and nef and how gag and pol code for RT and MA and CA and NC (Or was that just Pol that coded those?)...

then

hot chick walks by. man, this girl must be 90% titties.

concentrate Reza, damn it, there's a final on tuesday!.
I stare back at the page, thinking about gag and pol and env and then again, another hot chick walks by. she's wearing those jeans that are really low, ya know, the type that don't have the top of the jeans on where the belt would normally go, i think they're called low tops or lowrisers or something like that. man, the way those things stick to their ass like spandex and then the outline of their panties m..um.um.um.

concentrate! me thinks
then i stare back at my notes
but then i stare at girl one walking to the drinking fountain. next thing i know i'm imagining her naked.
get tired and i close my eyes. oh oh, she's back and now girl number 2 is there too except they're both naked!
waoh there... now they're kissing! holy smokes!
Reza concentrate damn it, you're gonna fail mo bio. this is HIV damn it, it's serious shit!!!!
so i wake up but i realize there is no point in trying. i pick up my stuff and walk over to ... that's righ, you guessed it... a freakin cubicle. and here i am now, trapped between three fake pent up walls surrounding a desk at the library, typing on a laptop.

how did i procrastinate so much. i think i was too preoccupied with that damn election.