The Result of Procrastination

To procrastinate or to procrastinate on procrastinating, that is the question.
Whether 'tis nobler in the mind to plagiarize Shakespeare, or to think of some original blog material...

Yeah, plagiarizing Shakespeare is too hard. I prefer writing whatever comes to mind. It is currently 9.11pm, and have filled almost 1/2 of this weekend's quota of work. Joys. I may or may not finish by 3am, if I start maths now. This is where I should switch to panic mode... except I really can't be bothered. As usual. I'll regret this when the exams come around in a week. Then I'll be like, "WHY HAVEN'T I DONE SHIT, I COULD HAVE NOT FAILED THESE EXAMS". However, it is much too early for regrets at the moment, though I can foresee it.

I'm in a weird position. I know I should be doing work, but naturally, I don't want to. So then I take out my phone to start procrastinating, but as I open a game I realise how horribly guilty I feel. So, switching the phone off, I turn to blogging. Now I'm no longer guilty... but it IS the strangest feeling. I am, in fact, procrastinating on procrastinating.

So I go on YouTube, right, listening to some song whilst blogging. Then I go find covers of that song, and I come across a contestant singing that song on a show similar to ____'s Got Talent. I watch with mild amusement, when suddenly, the camera focuses on one of the judges--- AND HOLY SHIT HE WAS SO CUTE. I go back a couple of seconds on the video, and pause at the right frame, just so I can catch a glimpse of his name plate--- 林隆璇. If your computer can't read Chinese that'll probably come up as 3 boxes, but if it can, that's his name.

THIS GUY^

From there on my obsession starts- I search him on the internet- woah, this guy sings, plays piano, composes and writes his own lyrics. Now THAT'S impressive. I listen to a bunch of his songs--- MY GOD HIS VOICE IS SO CUTE AS WELL. After downloading a bunch of his songs, I look at his biography with more detail. Is he married? If not, I can start fantasizing. Hmm..., there's nothing on his marital status... Then I look at his birthday... "9th of July 1964" 1964... how old is he going to be this year? 58? Wait, no, I can't add, 48. He's going to be 48 this year, because I'm turning 18 this year and he's 30 years older than me. My parents are 30 years older than me as well... OMFG HE WAS BORN IN THE SAME YEAR AS MY PARENTS.

That came as a shock horror. In fact, he's only a month younger than Dad. OH EW GROSS etc. See, I'm fine with guys older than Dad. 58 would've been fine. 38 is okay as well. Younger, older, BUT NOT THE SAME AGE. Now that I'm horribly repulsed by the fact that he's the same age as Dad...

I still find him irresistibly cute. GODDAMN. WHY.