jamming

tomorrow you have the most important presentation of this year to submit, on the final day of school. no big deal, just a slideshow of like 7 slides. only problem, you havnt typed shit, and its 8 oclock at night, and you have procrastinated all week and have barely finished reading the book that the presentation is on, and you are stressing bullets as your mom dad friends family everyone is yelling at you to finish the damn presentaion.

no matter, youll kill 5 birds with one stone, silencing them and helping yourself focus in one swoop: youll play some music to help with concentration. you sneak out of your room, grabbing your headphones from the charger on the mantle, and creep back upstairs to the safety of your laptop. 

you start the first song of your playlist, but its not enough of a bop and you get bored of it and go onto some random game on steam and before you know it, another half hour just passed and you are no closer to finishing.

ok, ok, just gotta focus and find a song that slaps hard enough to get me into shape, you think to yourself, scrolling through the shitty playlist from a year ago you had in the depths of the music application. Suddenly, a song catches your eye. Didnt you used to love it a few months ago? worth a shot, you forget some of the words but you remember it being a banger. you put it on loop and open up the assignment, hoping for the best.

but, something is wrong. As you listen, your eyes start to blur. your foot starts to tap to the rythem, your shoulders starting to sway. did... did this song always hit this hard? you think to yourself. Suddenly, before you know it, the first run through of the song is done, and then the second. your nbody acts on its own, kicking back from your shabby bedroom desk and you get up, filled with a sudden burst of energy. you are pacing around your room, dancing slowly, getting lost in the lyrics and sounds of this bopper. second and second, minute and minute, the song plays again and again and despite the depression and apathy and lonelyness youve felt all week suddenly you are grinning and crying and remembering better times with people you used to know and your standing there, dancing in your wireless headphones to the song you used to love.

one of your parents barges into the room (they must have knocked but you didnt notice), saying its almost midnight. you loook at the clock- no, it was what, 8:30 last I checked? only like, 15 minutes passed, its gotta be like 8:45. no. sure enough, on the bedside table, your digital alarm clock clearly reads 11 PM. Motherfucker.

this is what you get. this is what happens when the motherfucking song slaps too hard. let this be a lesson to all of you. dont go to your bangers when you need to focus. pick something super mid. you will lose yourself in the bangers.