wasted knowledge, gift to the grave

it was still gone when i woke up this morning. my mother would think “well, now you won’t get distracted by the internet, study!”

in the end i studied exactly the same amount of time i would have if i had a connection. but instead of chatting and looking at my dashboard i spent that internetless time eating clementines, rambling on the phone about elizabethean writers to my poor grandma who just wanted to talk about the weather, like a grandma does, and staring at the wall

i still think edmund spenser should be made into an evil disney villain tho.

really? answering your phone? playing videos with the laptop speakers on? spreading the contents of your h&m bag on the table and trying everything on twice? laughing at your friend’s jokes and clapping?

eating crisps/chocolate muffins? with your mouth open?

spewing crumbles all over my notes?

that are all the fucking way across the table?