Homework Robot Syndrome

I think I have a nasty disease. It's called Homework Robot Syndrome. All day today, I have been chained to one textbook or another, copying out pointless excersises.

A sneak peek into my head: dimensional analysis. fml. density. wtf. chirstopher columbus. what a dick. mission indians. i need a nap. corn. i'm hungry. the spanish. oh crap i have spanish homework too. fmlfmlfml!!!!!!!!!!!!

Seriously, I can feel myself wasting away. The fun and creative and alive parts of my brain are turning to dust from suppression and disuse. The parts of me being used are the dull dead memorization and the mindless copying. Flesh slowly hardens into metal. Brains melt into textbook puree. Arm becomes an extension of pen, keyboard, and mouse. Legs shrivel away. Voice becomes a forgotten implement. Expressions withdraw into the face until there are only two large, vacant eyes, staring endlessly at the page or screen.

There were two instances today in which I felt alive at all:
1. When I went to go fly a kite for 10 minutes in my backyard (it was SO FUN until I had to go back inside)
2. When I chased my sister around the house for mocking me (that was fun until I realized I still had 50 more problems to do if I wanted to have a chance at not failing the chem test)

It really sucks. I hate not being able to talk to people. Not being able to create. Not being able to live.