Procrastination

You need a title, maybe.

And a hook! The hook goes here. It should be exciting, which is why I put the exclamation mark. “And a hook” isn’t an exclamatory phrase; I just put the exclamation point as a reminder. You’re welcome. After the hook you put some stuff introducing your topic and your stance on the problem you’re addressing. Except it’s not really a problem, so never mind. Just state your stance. And borrow a literature book and a copy of Anne Frank’s diary to help you with your paper. It’s a good idea. And include the names of at least the Frank family so the thesis statement makes more sense. Okay, after you delete all this and actually start writing your paper comes the thesis statement, which is supposedly the hardest sentence to write but that you got approved on your first try. M should not have turned the Jews in the Secret Annex in to the gestapo because the concentration camps were terrible, he sent eight people there to save himself from jail, and he had a personal relationship with Mr. Frank.

One reason M shouldn’t have turned in the people in the Secret Annex is that the conditions in the concentration camps were awful and inhumane. Clearly I did not write a very good rough draft. I’m mostly just winging this. I don’t even know where my rough draft is. The concentration camps were horrible because of their lack of food and other necessities. A rather large number of Jews died in concentration camps just from lack of food. I don’t know how many, but I will definitely research that and put it in here. I’m going to have a lot of homework tonight and Thursday. Another way the concentration camps were awful was because of the disease. Another large number of people died because of illnesses-and some of those illnesses could probably have been cured had they been at home or somewhere with proper care. I’m not sure on that point either. The people in the concentration camps were treated horribly. I’ll put an example of that, too. This paragraph needs lots of examples. I can ask Ian about some of these things. He would know.

Better transition. M should not have turned in the eight Jews in the Secret Annex to save his own self from jail. I already mentioned the conditions of the concentration camps, so here I’m going to compare them to the situation of the people in jail. I imagine the jails weren’t uber happy places to be, but they were probably better than the concentration camps. My other example was to be the length of a prison sentence for stealing money. I don’t know, I’ve never tried to fight a flaming, rolling man while holding a bowling ball and a ferret, but M probably wouldn’t have died before his prison sentence was over, unlike seven of the eight people he turned in. Unfortunately, I don’t have a third example for this one. At least, I didn’t write one on my packet, and, as I mentioned earlier, my rough draft is both exceedingly lame and missing.

A final reason is that M had worked with Mr. Frank before the Frank family went into hiding. He knew who was in there and may have even known a little bit about what was going to happen to them. He’d already stolen from his boss, and instead of making amends and trying to be a better person (though he still would have been sent to jail), he sold out one of his coworkers, eventually leading Mr. Frank’s entire family to their death. Death is a good character in Terry Pratchett novels, but not necessarily the best thing to send someone to. Going to jail for stealing is better than essentially killing seven people. My brain is a jumble. :) Of noodles. That’s probably why Alex continued eating  ramen even after brains landed in it. :) Spalash perhaps. :) I always feel like an ood when I eat ramen. Serial killer. Goll, M. Goll. You should be ashamed of yourself and your family. Dishonor on your cow... I was going to put the whole quote, but then I didn’t. You may have noticed. I really should not be typing when my brain is like this, but I am anyway. I do it on my blog, too. But a blog is different. It’s not an English essay. I wonder what would happen if I turned this in with my rough draft. Mrs. Rector would probably not be very happy with me. This isn’t a very professional thing to turn in.  It’s better than rick rolling a teacher, though, right? No, actually, no it’s not. That’s awesome, and this is just bad.

In conclusion, I am a horrible person for not focusing. Then the frog jumped into the lava and died. The end. The moral of the story is, of course, don’t give your mom a love you should be saving for your horse! Thanks, Oedipus. Thanks a whole lot. Bananas. Ahem. M should not have turned them in because of the terrible situations in the concentration camps, he turned them in just to get out of jail, and he knew Mr. Frank personally. Ta-da! I have no focus. If I were in a movie like, I don’t know, karate kid or something, I would die. Because I have no focus, I mean. My pants are periwinkle and it’s Kelly’s birthday and it’s ONLY WEDNESDAY. I doubt I can survive the rest of the week. Just kidding, I know I will. I just won’t be at all happy about it. I’ll be happy this week, but not because there are still two more days until Saturday. Cheese is yummy. I still have to finish making my present for Kelly- and by finish I mean start. I know what I want to do, but I haven’t done it yet. Just like pretty much everything else I do- or don’t do... or something. I’ve ended almost all of my blog posts with “whatever”. That’s probably not a good thing. Waffles are delicious. They make me happy. Chocolate waffles are great, and so are normal waffles, and so are blueberry waffles.

I am a horrible procrastinator. This is probably obvious by now. The first paragraph was telling me to 

do stuff, but clearly I’ve given up on that approach and am now just writing stuff about myself 

because I feel like it and stuff. And things. And everyone and everything and lots and all those other 

words Mrs. Rector hates. Stuff. Qwertys.