Monologue – Wan Yin Lee

So I actually wrote a different monologue – one that was more personal in some sense (as in it lets you get to know me better), and if it was written thanks to some midnight inspiration burst, it has to be good. But alas, I accidentally deleted it instead of my cheating reaction blog and so after much cursing and crying towards a phone, I bring you my adventures I had on Sunday.

I awaken around 11:23 am surprising seeing as how I managed to lug myself to bed around 2:23 after finishing my anthropology paper. Yes, that’s right, I pulled a somewhat all nighter a day before its due. Sad, I know. I laid there on my bed, not knowing I was home alone. So when I dragged myself out of bed after hearing the doorbell ring, I was very very disappointed that I couldn’t play Dance Central.

And so after eating some Chinese food, turning on my computer only to turn it off because I wasn’t in the mood to start writing that English paper I really should do, I settled for reading some fanfics on a handy dandy phone.

I read a few stories on the coach before I remembered my promise to myself that I would do something productive instead of being a bum. And so I started cleaning around the house all the while having a phone in my hand while reading fanfics and crying to myself that I shouldn’t be doing this.

I hung up my sweaters scattered around the house and put them back in my closet all the while reading entertaining stories on my phone in one hand and crying to myself that I can’t read material as amazing as this for anthropology.

Then I get tired of that and find a broom and start sweeping the floor. Or at least make some movements that sorta seem like I’m trying to sweep. Yes, doing this while reading fanfics on my phone in the other hand and crying to myself that I can’t write about these works of literature for my English paper and that I shouldn’t be doing this.

And then I gave up since my Internet connection was being difficult, but I didn’t really mind since I found an alternative to cursing and trying to copy an entire fic into my notes on my phone for when I want to read on the train… or when Baruchs wifi decides to crawl.

And well… after that I sat in front of my computer surfing the World Wide Web all the while crying to myself that I shouldn’t be doing this. There’s an English paper you need to write.

And so this ends my day… or at least up to 7:21 pm on a Sunday where I am currently writing these words and crying to myself cause my thumb really hurts from scrolling on an iPhone with one hand. And at least I get to check “monologue” off my list of things to do and for once I actually am not going to say “I shouldn’t be doing this” but rather “I finished, yay. I deserve a break and that paper can wait until tomorrow night when I’ll be cursing and crying for not starting this earlier even though I promised myself on Thursday that I won’t do anything but my papers this weekend.”

Also, feel free to admire this picture I whipped up (which is supposed to be a picture that represents me) after realizing that a 3 panel comic accompanying my monologue would be too much work and would be getting in the way of me enjoying my hot pocket–