DeathAngel07

It was another unbearably hot, sticky, and humid summer day, and you wanted nothing more than to take a month long vacation to somewhere frigid cold, like Siberia or something. Drumming your dry hands on your wooden desk, you let out a frustrated groan. The overflowing pile (which, in reality, was very small) of homework that needed to be done lay in the corner of the wooden piece of furniture, and the rest of the desk was littered with two bottles of water, several empty plastic tubes of Otterpops, your Mac laptop, pencil shavings, and numerous pens, pencils, and other junk. You had given up on doing your homework a while ago, after conclu