guilty pleasures

my oh my, i want this end-of-last-term-craziness to be ALREADY over. 

but it won't, and it's only getting more and more crazier until thursday.

so here comes a little daydreaming.

i want to lie in  mellow orangy pink sunsets

feel the balmy sunshine melting on my skin

blades of velvety green grass running through my fingers

the roar of the city is nowhere to be heard

only the perky little birdies are chirping around

and i read and read and read and read

sweet little nothings silly little romances

heartbreaking tales of the coming-of-age

young adult fiction for the braindead me

stupid brainless gossipy chick-lits 

glamorous covers yelling buy me buy me

pink paperbacks all  fantastically readable 

(says nick hornby on his blog and so do i on mine)

j'adore perfume oozing between the lines

golden sand pouring from sea scented beach reads

forgive me, they are delicous

so sweet and so cold soothing

guilty pleasures and daydreaming

especially on gloomy saturday evenings

are the best fun of all

but i am chained to this awful desk

writing not-at-all academic and hardly researched

research papers of the highest of literatures

or rather i should be 16 pages of them

double spaced times new roman font size 12

one inch margins MLA citing my oh my so strict

then cram the awful and dry and

who-the-hell-gives-a-damn US history

highlight all 400 single spaced boring pages

trying to fill my head until thursday and take the test

somehow pass then forget it all on friday

wish me luck 'cause i really need it

and cross all ten of your fingers for me

and all ten of your toes as well

if you dont mind and if you can

and especially: if you have ten of them