I figured out the clock
Perhaps this update will have som sustance to it. Perhaps not. It's not like it matters anyway, considering that only a couple of people even read this journal. And there's that person who keeps leaving songs in the comments... Oh, btw, I figured out why the clock on this site seems to be off. If I'd spent half of a second thinking about it, I would've figured it out. It records the time that you begin the update, not the time you actually post it, so I thought it was off. Wow, I feel dumb. And I think I'm thinking too much about things of absolutely no consequence. Great, now I'm thinking about the fact that I'm thinking about things that are of absolutely no consequence. I'll just stop that right there, shall I?
In any case, nothing much of any consequence is going in my life, so that's exciting. I had a semi-nervous breakdown last week, but whatever. I need to stop thinking about my work and just do my work. That's my problem, even in track. I think too much while I run, so I don't go as fast as I could. Same thing in football. I think too much about the play, and I mess it up. Maybe I'm not cut out for formulaic things like homework and sports. You'd think with my logical mind I would be. What a conundrum.
I was reading Luke's journal (abiinmalamrem), and he had a post that suggested taking a good, hard look at yourself, so I guess I just did. I don't really get into that whole self-searching crap anyway. I say that, and yet I over-analyze myself every damn day. If I could just let go of my inhibitions. What is it that's holding me back? Myself? Some sort of self-defeating syndrome. Could I psycho-analyze myself and say that it's because I have low self-esteem, or some other bullshit analysis? I guess what it comes down to is that I fucking thought about the goddamn clock on this God-forsaken site where an untold amount of bullshit is posted everyday by people who have the same problems as everyone else. I've got so much stuff on my plate, and I'm sitting here, wondering why the clock is two minutes slow. Shit.
P.S. Sorry about the swearing at the end; the point of a journal is to record feelings, so I did.
In any case, nothing much of any consequence is going in my life, so that's exciting. I had a semi-nervous breakdown last week, but whatever. I need to stop thinking about my work and just do my work. That's my problem, even in track. I think too much while I run, so I don't go as fast as I could. Same thing in football. I think too much about the play, and I mess it up. Maybe I'm not cut out for formulaic things like homework and sports. You'd think with my logical mind I would be. What a conundrum.
I was reading Luke's journal (abiinmalamrem), and he had a post that suggested taking a good, hard look at yourself, so I guess I just did. I don't really get into that whole self-searching crap anyway. I say that, and yet I over-analyze myself every damn day. If I could just let go of my inhibitions. What is it that's holding me back? Myself? Some sort of self-defeating syndrome. Could I psycho-analyze myself and say that it's because I have low self-esteem, or some other bullshit analysis? I guess what it comes down to is that I fucking thought about the goddamn clock on this God-forsaken site where an untold amount of bullshit is posted everyday by people who have the same problems as everyone else. I've got so much stuff on my plate, and I'm sitting here, wondering why the clock is two minutes slow. Shit.
P.S. Sorry about the swearing at the end; the point of a journal is to record feelings, so I did.