How lazy I am

I must confess I have never really been a hyperactive fellow, but it's not that I have ever been this lazy either. I come into my room, I see a mess (something that has always been associated with me) and I do nothing about it. This, you might say, is not unfamiliar - I was always like this. Actually, no, earlier I did use to clean my room, be it just two days before minors and majors to facilitate studies. But the lack of exams here, plus the lack of room caution fees have brought me to the level where I do absolutely nothing. I have the dustbin full of things, even overflowing with them. I have bags open all over the floor and utensils kept, unwashed, uncleaned beneath my bed - Why? Because this way, I can eat while I am lying on my bed and then, keep the used utensils somewhere too.

I am doing a project here, and I haven't even looked at the title till now. And I got the fright of my life when the professor told me that I may have to make a report alone because I have been faithful and consistent in not going to any session on the pretext that I have other classes at the same time. I have pages and pages to study which I haven't laid a hand upon till now. I have important mails to write, which I procrastinate every day and every hour. There's a plan I have to make for a trip to Amsterdam, which I am in no mood to make. Hence, its not just me who is "suffering", its the others too. But, it seems like I am above all this now. The other day, I broke a perfume bottle just because it was kept in an awkward position on top of a pile of clothes withdrawing one cloth from which made it slip, slide and break and remove my room of all malodour, if ever there was (because if there was, my nose had become used to it) and fill it with even more malodour of the leakage of 150mL of alcohol mixed with various animal and plant extracts just to produce an odour which helps people to let other people remain ignorant of their malodour. (I am too lazy to go through that sentence to see whether it makes sense or not.) And that perfume bottle is still in my room because I am too lazy to go throw it. 

My french friends walk into my room and don't forget to comment that my walls are still white. And by white, I don't mean that we had to paint them ourselves, but that there is an unwritten law french people live by and that is to have posters in the room. They even gave me posters to put up and were generous enough to give glue and thumbpins to put them up. I responded by shoving all this under my bed and doing nothing about it. It has now been more than one month since I have got hot girls and awesome cars under my bed. I am so lazy that I start blog entries once every week and publish just one a month (I am too lazy to go complete one and thus, have a host of incomplete entries in the edit posts tab.) I am thinking I should post this one or this might end up just like the others which makes me start thinking about signing this one off with a nice little punchline which will make people laugh or think or be amazed, but I would rather end it the easy and the lazy way with an obsolete sentence ending in the grammatically correct manner, that is, with a fullstop.