homework? why

So I should be doing homework right now. I have a speech to deliver tomorrow and I haven't started it. Have I even decided on a topic? No. I can write in this stupid blog all day about anything, but when it comes to writing a five minute speech, well no. I for some reason can't.
What I have been thinking about is smells. Just the different smells in life. A good smell can bring you back to a wonderful memory. Or a horrible memory. Or a place. So.... here's just a list of smells. Best smells and worst smells. Just ones that I remember.
Spring rain
my best friends house
vanilla candles
the beach
rolls on thanksgiving
a Christmas tree
laundry out of the dryer
a good man
a new car
a 2-stroke engine (snowmobiles)
sweat... me right now
a clean baby
a farm in the summer
leaves in the fall
a swimming pool

There are so many more, but I'm plagued with guilt as I write this. Why can't I think of a speech topic?!?!?!?! Why can I not do the stuff that I get a grade for, but I have no problem reading and writing as long as it's on my time and my rules. Yes, why thank you, I do have a problem with authority.

I wish I could drive on a road with no speed limit..... I found one of those the other day.

I hate curfew, bah, it traps me here in this building with fluorescent lights.

Can I have your number please?

Yes, I am writing whatever pops into my pretty little redhead

I think one of the best earthly feelings in being in the arms of a good smelling man. Preferably tall and strong.

Sometimes I wonder if I'm bipolar or just a woman. I can't make up my mind about much and at times like this, it is very full of several different things

I wish more things in life moved me to tears

Why am I becoming you? I don't like you!

How much time do I spend thinking and doing nothing?

LOVE.... why is that so hard?

Ten days to live: Go

I wish I could run forever

And I can't believe You love me the way that You do. That you would die for me, a nobody. How can I be angry at You?