Well, so it's summer now. Summer is so time abundant, you initially think "Oh shit! Think of the things I can achieve!" You know. And you wake up every morning and make all these obscure plans to wash the dog, and grow a mustache, or build a seige catapult (a plan I actually followed through on once) but you always end up just sort of dozing off on the toilet or something, and your whole fucking day is off. Because if you had a 9:00 date with a seige catapult but you napped on the toilet for a bit, then you're off your entire schedule and now all you can do all day is check facebook and eat the only things left in the fridge (peanut butter and milk soup? aw, fuck it). But, you know, if you do waste your time and get off the toilet at 10:00 and you're already behind schedule, your brain automatically thinks "There's the fucking day!" and then suddenly it's 5:00 and your parents are getting home and you still haven't put on pants and you absolutely CAN NOT remember what you did between 11:00 and 5:00 and everyone else is wondering why the hell there's peanut butter all over the dog and your brain is going "What the fuck happened to me?" and you're suddenly conscious again and trying to be all composed but there's a fucking carnival going on in the living room and you just have to get all composed by pretending this is all reasonable and official business and go "Aw yeah, sorry mom, the carnival. We, uh. We, uh...oh, the ponys? Oh, yeah. They seem to be a sort of African breed, don't they? Yeah, funny, that is. Well, you notice, the kids really seem to love them. Oh, what kids? Oh, well, shit. I'm not quite sure," and you really wish you could seem professional and composed with a fancy tie on to straighten responsibly, but all you're wearing is some athletic shorts and an old glob of peanut butter in your hair, going "Yes, the carvinal. I speculate they're of African descent," and it's all quite embarrassing because you've got to tell your friends you're grounded until you clean up this damn mess of ponies.
And if this doesn't apply to you, you can absolutely suck it you organized productive shitcake.