What Word am i Groping for?

While worrying about my Economic Development essay, I’m also working on an essay for my Sci Fi English class.

I’m doing this essay on a book entitled Do Androids Dream of Electric Sheep? The title, was written in the form of a question mark because there was not one single solid statement made throughout the entire 232 pages. This book has completely perplexed my brain. I’m fucked, I can’t write a single thesis statement without some single line of dialogue found in this book that completely contradicts any of the 100’s of apparent themes. It seems as if Phillip Dick hated university students, because there is only one possible theme throughout the book which is just plain unoriginal: there is no reality. It’s only unoriginal because of the damn popularity of The Matrix.

Anyway, while paging through this book trying to grasp something, anything really, that could be used as a solid original thought to write my essay on, I was being continuously harassed by the voices of these two 1^st years sitting beside me. It was a guy flirting with this decently attractive first year girl. Between the two of them, I really hated the guy. His mannerisms, the way he awkwardly sat in the chair with his legs having no purposeful direction, fidgety, baseball hat and even how his thin wire glasses sat on his face made it difficult for me not to want to hit him. He reminded me of me. Except I’d be damned if I were to create an entire conversation out of how I went back home and ate nothing but fries for supper because everyone else ate everything else, or how I never answer my cell phone if I don’t recognize the number. These types of conversations shouldn’t be wasted on a pre-date, they should be saved and used wisely on at least the 2^nd or 3^rd date… asshole.

I found it hilarious that I couldn’t concentrate with these people babbling over nothing, the girl seemingly flirtatious( I don’t know if she meant it or not, cause they started talking about her dating a guy she casually dates every once in a while, I’m not sure if that’s date my lingo or what), but the guy awkwardly slung his arm around the side of the chair while talking about his fries diet, but he had so much distance between the two of them that the action seemed contrived. I honestly couldn’t believe I was ebing distracted by this, but whatever.

What is the word I am groping for? The word to describe when one is doing something so incredibly mind boggling, but is distracted or kept from accomplishing through trivial exogenous retardation?

I don’t know; someone should create a word if there isn’t one to describe that situation.

Anyway I did have my mp3 player but I refused to increase the volume because I really didn’t want to lose my hearing on account of 1^st year docuhebaggery-2^ndyears maybe, but not 1^styears.