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Procrastination and upside down reading

As deadlines approach and my first semester of university draws to a close I am experiencing my first time of juggling deadlines and essays without a teacher breathing down my neck. There's no "remember to bring your essays in next week" or no Mum or Dad to casually remind me to go finish this or that off. I am relying purely on myself and Phil Yeo, of course, to get all this work done.

We are currently in another of our 'work sessions' and it has comprised of us hunting down a tonne of books from all over the library and him teaching me that Macs are really simple to use and Jack stealing Joel's coat and Joel and me having a domestic via facebook next to each other. Productive stuff, really. I feel though as he sits and reads his 'far too specific' book, our time here has been a little more productive than our last session at his. We sat, as friends do, one on the bed (lounged of course. That was me. Of course) and one at the desk (Phil because he's more studious and had computer-y stuff to do) and began our work. Thus began a very long night.

Ten minutes later... Phil: It's too hot. *opens window* Cue tangent about body temperature and dates and pizza and sex. Work resumes.

Half an hour later... Phil finds gif of cat face and laughs hysterically. I join in. Said photo is posted on facebook. More laughing. Work resumes.

An hour later... Phil: It's too cold. *closes window* Cue tangent about holidays. Phil opens easyjet. I criticise easyjet and tell him to go on jet2. We find reasonably priced holiday to New York and are bemused by our poor-ness. Work resumes.

3am. I am delusional. Phil is delusional; we keep laughing at said picture of cat over and over. I decide to call it a night. Work isn't resumed.*

I previously stated that said evening is going better. Phil Yeo was, in fact, pretending to read his book and read what I was typing with said book UPSIDE DOWN. He is very clever (but I love him).

We are being productive. Kind of. I mean, I AM writing when I should be doing other stuff. And he is reading what I'm writing whilst simultaneously reading upside down.

I mean, come on, give us firsts, right now please.

*PLEASE NOTE: Philip Yeo got all his work done. I, however, promptly fell asleep. 

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