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As usual when I plan to study I waste more time online than I should or that I even planned on. I have an exam on Monday and to have at least more or less half of the things I should read for it, I have to read A LOT this weekend.
I haven't even read a quarter of what I planned for today. I mostly wasted my time on fandom and searching what exactly can I study next year, because as much as I like my current studies, I'm getting bored with everything and I need a change. Drastic change of place will hopefully come in two years, so I need to re-shape something else.
(And I still hope my prof won't try to make my life harder when we go see him on Tuesday :/)
I did however had a very charming conversation with my mother after which my plans do seem even more ridiculous, but yet I'm even more determined to fulfill them. It's a fact, emotional black mail (or really any kind of black mail) has exactly the opposite than planned effect on me. And I'm absolutely allergic to sentences like please, come back! or don't leave me!.
The only good thing about it is that the more everyone panics about this whole insane project, it becomes less scary for me. People are: It's impossible! It's too expensive! It's unrealistic! You're screwing up your future! Don't leave the life you have! And it only makes me look at them as if they were purposefully thick trolls and I go all calm and smiley and reply: I don't plan to jump off of the building, just to move away to another continent for few months or so! No biggie!
And that's apparently how I cultivate the opinion that I'm insane. *shrugs*
I haven't even read a quarter of what I planned for today. I mostly wasted my time on fandom and searching what exactly can I study next year, because as much as I like my current studies, I'm getting bored with everything and I need a change. Drastic change of place will hopefully come in two years, so I need to re-shape something else.
(And I still hope my prof won't try to make my life harder when we go see him on Tuesday :/)
I did however had a very charming conversation with my mother after which my plans do seem even more ridiculous, but yet I'm even more determined to fulfill them. It's a fact, emotional black mail (or really any kind of black mail) has exactly the opposite than planned effect on me. And I'm absolutely allergic to sentences like please, come back! or don't leave me!.
The only good thing about it is that the more everyone panics about this whole insane project, it becomes less scary for me. People are: It's impossible! It's too expensive! It's unrealistic! You're screwing up your future! Don't leave the life you have! And it only makes me look at them as if they were purposefully thick trolls and I go all calm and smiley and reply: I don't plan to jump off of the building, just to move away to another continent for few months or so! No biggie!
And that's apparently how I cultivate the opinion that I'm insane. *shrugs*