Sticks and Stones are Never Gonna Shake Me

Im at a study block now, one which I've been waiting so long for just to get started on my history speech. Yet now, here I am blogging, telling myself to do the work at home - which I never do cause then I'll tell myself, I'll do it at school - life is a vicious cycle isnt it. I did my research on the 50s, 60s, and 70s, and there is no way I can fit all that information into a 5 minute speech. Not that Im asking for a longer period of time to talk about it, but whats the use of giving a vague summary about the decade, with no in depth knowledge about it at all. No one will learn anything from my speech. Which brings me to asking then, whats the point of even doing it. Then there's English too. The book I've chosen is totally zzzzzz. Which is really ironic because I try to read myself to sleep every night, but the horror genre and the nightmarish quality about it just keeps me lying in my bed, afraid to turn off my night lamp. The skeletal woman with the pale green face, glowing eyes and pursed ruby lips, starring at me with I close the book, does not help at all. Therefore I come to school everyday, sleep deprived trying my best to start on my history speech to no avail. Oh well, theres always tomorrow... and actually 15 more minutes.