(Un)Productive Distractions- RP
Alfred was lounging in the dorm room, sitting at his desk. He sighed. Three textbooks, a chemistry worksheet, and a half finished English essay lay out in front of him. And he didn't have the motivation to pick up the homework, much less actually do any of it. So he tried doing other things... 'There's gotta be something else to do... anything else...' he thought to himself. But Kiku was at the library studying- he had a very important test coming up, and apparently the dorm room was too distracting for him to study... So he was all alone for now.
Briefly, his gaze fell on the PS3. But he knew that if he turned on the game console, he would be hooked on that for hours, and the day would be gone by the time he was done. So he glanced all around the room, then back to the chemistry sheet, then back to the room again. Because somehow, the room caught his attention more... This whole focusing thing was a lot harder than it looked... Alfred spun around in the chair a few times (He loved having a spinny chair- it allowed him to move around while at the desk. Though right now, it was just another distraction... He spun to face the back wall, where the windows were outside. It was sunny out...
And here he was...
Stuck. Inside.
Maybe if he just took a break and went to the beach for an hour or two? Would that really be so bad?
"No; homework- this is due tomorrrow," he told himself, spinning his chair to face the desk once again. "Focus... focus..." He tapped the end of the pencil furiously against the desk, at first haphazardly, but then it started to make a rhythym, and it sounded like this song that he was listening to the other day- What was the name of the song? He quickly tossed the pencil aside and pulled up Youtube on his laptop. Yes, in about 10 minutes, maybe less, he had ended up on Youtube...
Well, damn. It would only go downhill from here, he figured, so he gave up for the moment and pulled out his phone, figuring he'd send a text to Matthew. It read:
Hey Matt,
R u bored? I'm bored... REALLY bored.
Bored bored bored..
I think I'm at my character limit... better stop before I run onto a new...
Text. Oops- too late. Anyway, Tryin' to do my hw, but failing...
What did you get for problem number 3 on the chem?
Oh nvm, I'll just guess...
What about-
New text, haha
Fuck this; I'm done!
I need a break- meet me in the music room?
-Al
It was a really disjointed message, but hopefully, he got the point across...
Briefly, his gaze fell on the PS3. But he knew that if he turned on the game console, he would be hooked on that for hours, and the day would be gone by the time he was done. So he glanced all around the room, then back to the chemistry sheet, then back to the room again. Because somehow, the room caught his attention more... This whole focusing thing was a lot harder than it looked... Alfred spun around in the chair a few times (He loved having a spinny chair- it allowed him to move around while at the desk. Though right now, it was just another distraction... He spun to face the back wall, where the windows were outside. It was sunny out...
And here he was...
Stuck. Inside.
Maybe if he just took a break and went to the beach for an hour or two? Would that really be so bad?
"No; homework- this is due tomorrrow," he told himself, spinning his chair to face the desk once again. "Focus... focus..." He tapped the end of the pencil furiously against the desk, at first haphazardly, but then it started to make a rhythym, and it sounded like this song that he was listening to the other day- What was the name of the song? He quickly tossed the pencil aside and pulled up Youtube on his laptop. Yes, in about 10 minutes, maybe less, he had ended up on Youtube...
Well, damn. It would only go downhill from here, he figured, so he gave up for the moment and pulled out his phone, figuring he'd send a text to Matthew. It read:
Hey Matt,
R u bored? I'm bored... REALLY bored.
Bored bored bored..
I think I'm at my character limit... better stop before I run onto a new...
Text. Oops- too late. Anyway, Tryin' to do my hw, but failing...
What did you get for problem number 3 on the chem?
Oh nvm, I'll just guess...
What about-
New text, haha
Fuck this; I'm done!
I need a break- meet me in the music room?
-Al
It was a really disjointed message, but hopefully, he got the point across...