Picture this, the soft glow of white Christmas lights cling to the brick of a dorm room wall while Christmas music plays on both computers in the room. A Christmas movie, about a little girl asking Santa for someone to compliment her mommy, plays softly in the background. Neither girl that dwells in the room are paying much attention to the movie. Their eyes and ears only take in enough of it to know the plot. They are otherwise preoccupied.
English and Criminal Justice assignments scatter the desks of theses two girls. Documents are open on their laptops, the insertion cursors blinking in an impatient manner...urging them to get at least a few words down. Yet, with espresso in the coffee pot and pop in the fridge, the caffeine in the girl's systems are much too high for them to just sit and work on dull assignments. They knew those cups of caffeine were a bad idea, but they had seemed like such a good one at the time. They knew taking those naps would only make them stay up latter, but they were so low on sleep that they craved a couple hours of dream land.
With a blue and silver themed tree winking at them, the girls giggle over nothing and everything. the glittery snowflakes hanging from the tree capture their attention every once in awhile, reminding them of the fact that they have oh-shiny-disorder and should probably unplug the tree while attempting to study. Yet, the lights, the snowflakes, the bulbs and bells are all too pretty to miss out on.
Distractions, distractions, they're everywhere and the girls are more than willing to take part in them.
"I have that Olympic paper to write."
"I have that portfolio to work on."
"Let me braid your hair."
"Okay."
It's funny how girly these two girls turn when assignments need to be done. With due dates fast approaching they become increasingly aware of the state of disarray their hair is in, of the chips in their nail polish, of the disorganized mess of hair products and makeup on their dressers...the urge to ignore their homework and do their hair is strong. So strong they dare not resist.
Of course, there is only so much time one can spend on makeup and hair. Soon they are seated back in front of their assignments. Yet, a few moments later they decided that the dorm room is too dirty to work in. Time to make the beds, to make sure all laundry is in the washer/dryer, to organize the closets, to wash the fridges...but, the room wasn't dirty enough to keep them away for long and they are once again returning to their assignments.
"How's your paper coming?"
"I have a sentence. You?"
"A paragraph."
"I'm tired."
"Me too."
"I'll make more coffee."
And so more caffeine is placed in their systems and they have yet to accomplish any of their assignments. They now have a spotless dorm room, perfect hair and makeup, uncluttered desks, and a coffee pot that's working overtime, but there is still a pile of assignments to be done. Coffee is made and they attempt, yet again, to be productive.
"Now how far are you?"
"I need 200 more words."
"I've reached half a page...I think we deserve a break."
"Facebook."
"Fanfiction."
"DeviantArt."
"Youtube."
"Blogging."
"Amazon."
Minutes pass and turn into an hour. One raises a question about the time of a final. The other checks her planner. They become aware of just how close their deadlines are and...
"We need to get back to work."
"I've got to at least knock out this part tonight. Otherwise I won't have enough time to get it completed."
"Uh oh. I lost my book."
"Did you check under the bed?"
"I found it...It was behind my pillow."
"How'd it get there?"
"I dunno."
"Okay, okay, back to work."
With minds set on finally accomplishing something in the form of assignments the girls take their places for a night of homework.
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