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uuuuuhhhnnnnn.
I don't think I could be any more unmotivated towards things that actually matter if I tried. All that seems to matter to me these days is putting out as many applications as possible, then spending all evening playing Phantom Hourglass until I pass out in a fit of rage.
No wonder pretty much everyone thinks I'm going to fail miserably in med school. I can't keep focused on the important things when I need to. It's not for a lack of trying, but damn. It's like I have something to prove in being the most useless girl alive.
We're moving soon. I should have started packing two days ago, but I didn't. Now all my junk is just piled up on top of/around all the boxes they should be in, and the only thing that bothers me about this is they kinda block the TV and tangle up my PS2 controller wires.
I should be more motivated to get on with my life, but I'm just not. I mean, I want to hurry up and get some funding so I can start trying to get into a good medical school around here. I want to prove to my family that they're fucking wrong and I'll be such a kick-ass doctor they'll be sorry they doubted my mad skills. I want to do something good and useful with my life, to do something to help someone at least once.
But I just got accepted to rowantree_rpg , so I guess I'll quit with my bitching and angsting, and go do something still semi-productive but not exactly dramatic and life-changing. Something like figuring out why gargleblasted is so damn popular.
TL;DR: Pickles is a sheep.
I don't think I could be any more unmotivated towards things that actually matter if I tried. All that seems to matter to me these days is putting out as many applications as possible, then spending all evening playing Phantom Hourglass until I pass out in a fit of rage.
No wonder pretty much everyone thinks I'm going to fail miserably in med school. I can't keep focused on the important things when I need to. It's not for a lack of trying, but damn. It's like I have something to prove in being the most useless girl alive.
We're moving soon. I should have started packing two days ago, but I didn't. Now all my junk is just piled up on top of/around all the boxes they should be in, and the only thing that bothers me about this is they kinda block the TV and tangle up my PS2 controller wires.
I should be more motivated to get on with my life, but I'm just not. I mean, I want to hurry up and get some funding so I can start trying to get into a good medical school around here. I want to prove to my family that they're fucking wrong and I'll be such a kick-ass doctor they'll be sorry they doubted my mad skills. I want to do something good and useful with my life, to do something to help someone at least once.
But I just got accepted to rowantree_rpg , so I guess I'll quit with my bitching and angsting, and go do something still semi-productive but not exactly dramatic and life-changing. Something like figuring out why gargleblasted is so damn popular.
TL;DR: Pickles is a sheep.