This is not a good combination because I’m yelling at the TV and trying to explain the quote “Whereas, our argument shows the power and capacity of learning exists in the soul already” at the same time.

“PRESS THE BUTTON BECAUSE I SAID SO—Socrates’ aim was to discern—I LOVE THIS SONG—okay, what? Right. Socrates—DAMN, that is a rock star voice right thurrrrrr—This isn’t working.”

Meanwhile, my mother is next to me saying things like:

• Oh hey there, good looking.
• This guy’s gay. (Me: :| Mom, do NOT make me give you The Rant again. I swear, you are ridiculous and judging him based on superficial thing asdlkfjlakdsj)
• He’s sucking up to Christina. Look at him. LOOK.
• Of course Christina loved him. That bitch.
• He sounds like Josh Broban. (Me: You mean Groban?)
• Whateverrrrrr, Christina. 
• Oh hi, Mr. Levine. (Me: BACK OFF.)
• I KNEW HE’D PICK CHRISTINA. He just wants your money.

Ugh. Homework’s not getting done before nine o’clock, haha.