Procrastination..

There's less than three weeks left before school begins, and I've yet to begin my summer assignment. This whole thing is quite silly, seeing as it's journaling prompts, which I enjoy. Yet for some strange reason (I'm thinking lack of motives, maybe.), I just can't even fathom my sitting down and doing them. With any luck, they will someday come up with an antidote to lethargy. For now, though, the impending due date and threatened GPA will have to suffice.

Dear You,

Let's have a metaphysical conversation, and work little smidgens of our growing knowledge of psychology in it. We can stay up all night discussing the concept of behind, and whether that rubber duckie really was eavesdropping on us, and in the morning, I'll make us french toast with nutella. Then, we'll have adventures walking along Burnt Bridge Creek, and laugh when we associate the seemingly deserted farmhouse with Beatrix Potter. I'll explain to you that place I remember being so long ago, and you'll tell me you thought you were somewhere similar one time when you didn't remember you were an infant. As the afternoon winds down, you can teach me how to ride a bike while listening to my collection of songs from bands neither of us have ever heard of. Next, I'll confide in you that most of my childhood memories seem like hallucinations, and we'll spend the rest of the night guessing why. Before the sun rises, though, we'll walk around my neighborhood eating Root Beer popsicles and converse on whether drugs should be legal, and alcohol illegal. We'll make our way back sometime around seven a.m., and just as we fall asleep, my polydactyl cat will come downstairs and fall asleep on your face. What do you say?

Sincerely, Me