That Moment

I have a maths exam first thing tomorrow morning. I have no idea why I am blogging. I'm still under-prepared. I mean, I've caught up a hell lot over the past few days--- basically doing maths every free moment I have. Except I become horribly unproductive once I'm at home. I take out my maths book, then I leave it on my desk. Switch to Facebook and YouTube etc.

So I find myself currently blogging, and One Direction is on repeat. The sky is beautiful outside, the sun shines the right tone of yellowy-orange, and it makes me want to curl into a ball. It's in blissful moments such as this, when I have complete peace of mind--- that I think to myself, “huh, I'm like, gay."

 Why the fuck else would I be listening to One Direction?

As if liking Justin Bieber and Nicki Minaj isn't bad enough--- actually, I only like Nicki Minaj for her massive tits. That doesn't count. But I legitimately like Justin Bieber for his music. I know it's standard "bad music", because it's not exactly deep and soul warming--- but uh... if I like listening to it, it must have some merit. Isn't that how we judge music, anyway? By how it sounds?

Oh I should get back to maths. Maths schmaths.