Sometimes life calls for a bullet pointed list...and I answer!
There used to be a list here...but lj disappeared it! o.O I will attempt to re-create
+ Cedar Point
+ riding in a brokeass convertible
+ getting offered ice cream as soon as I get somewhere because Angel knows me all too well
+ Wreaking havoc with sharpie! ^___________________^
+ 1.5 hours of school
+ Watching Excel Saga with Dominique
+ Erin picking up Boston Market for me on her way to work
+ Choir tour Friday-Sunday
- School is still happening, but I have no motivation for it.
- Choir sounds crappy
- Everyone's relationship drama
- Being continually exhausted
- Having no money
- Xandi leaving
- missing Erin's birthday party and the AP Chem party
Senioritis, from the word senior plus the suffix -itis (which technically means inflammation but in colloquial speech is assumed to mean an illness), is a colloquial term used in the United States and Canada to describe the decreased motivation toward studies displayed by students who are nearing the end of their high school careers. By definition, Senioritis is not due to the direct physiological effects of a general medical condition such as hypothyroidism or insomnia but is typically said to include: slowness, procrastination, apathy regarding school work, and some other things that do not apply to Elizabeth
Michaelangelo was a workaholic, throwing himself into everything he did, sacrificing his personal health and well being for his patrons and his art. I tend to be the same way, but I am not a crazy prodigy genius, nor am I as productive. I always keep myself ridiculously busy with a variety of activities and plan every second of my life, often times double booking my time impossibly.
When I was in middle school and anorexic/bulimic/needlessly weight conscious, this habit started as a personal defense. If I was busy all the time, then I was never sitting at home, bored, eating. As I got older, it was a pattern I was comfortable with and it was a way to avoid my parents and any generation gap/ rebellious delinquent arguments that might arise; it also served my widespread interests and talents (I promise I enjoy many things that are not theatre, I am just not nearly as passionate about them). Lately, this drive has diminished considerably (Ahhh! Senioritis! That “condition” I did not believe in until I got it!), which is problematic since I made plenty of commitments (when I was doubly and triply mapping out my life in advance) that I am finding increasingly difficult to fulfill.
As it turns out, I have ended up more like Leonardo DaVinci, dabbling in many areas, starting many projects, and finishing few. I am still reliable for many things, such as staying up late on the phone with sobbing friends and being a super-perky and efficient barista/carhop at the Bearclaw Coffee Company, but I have dropped the ball on half-written, fully outlined humanities papers, studying for AP tests, AP Chemistry lab write-ups, the commitment I made to clean Ms. Peet’s house, and spending quality time with friends and family.
I wish I could draw strength from people like Cosimo de Medici and push and train to surprise everyone with how greatly they underestimated me. I tell myself I just have to get through a couple weeks and then I can sleep and spend time healing as much as possible, but my body retorts, “Absolutely not! You cannot pull an all-nighter; you cannot even stay up past 10:00pm because I am sick and exhausted and cannot take this crap from you anymore. I did it all year and all musical and damn it all, now I need to sleep and take time to recover.”
If I were a Medici and I “took time to recover” that would probably be synonymous with cutthroat assassination or ousting from power in some other violent, unpleasant way. Then again, if I had hired really excellent body guards and built my own secluded fortress (complete with new governmental administration offices) like Cosimo and Eleanor, perhaps I could take one day to relax with minimal consequences, but it would still be risky. I guess if I end up letting my grades slip this last semester and, in turn, let my parents down by not being valedictorian as expected, it will be my own personal fall from power…but hey, at least I’ll still be breathing.
These are all my problems and this is entirely my whining and ranting, but it is not me asking for pity in anyway. _________
How long was this supposed to be? I don’t even know.
Word Count: 514 not including my superbly long title, 611 with it
+ Cedar Point
+ riding in a brokeass convertible
+ getting offered ice cream as soon as I get somewhere because Angel knows me all too well
+ Wreaking havoc with sharpie! ^___________________^
+ 1.5 hours of school
+ Watching Excel Saga with Dominique
+ Erin picking up Boston Market for me on her way to work
+ Choir tour Friday-Sunday
- School is still happening, but I have no motivation for it.
- Choir sounds crappy
- Everyone's relationship drama
- Being continually exhausted
- Having no money
- Xandi leaving
- missing Erin's birthday party and the AP Chem party
Senioritis, from the word senior plus the suffix -itis (which technically means inflammation but in colloquial speech is assumed to mean an illness), is a colloquial term used in the United States and Canada to describe the decreased motivation toward studies displayed by students who are nearing the end of their high school careers. By definition, Senioritis is not due to the direct physiological effects of a general medical condition such as hypothyroidism or insomnia but is typically said to include: slowness, procrastination, apathy regarding school work, and some other things that do not apply to Elizabeth
Michaelangelo was a workaholic, throwing himself into everything he did, sacrificing his personal health and well being for his patrons and his art. I tend to be the same way, but I am not a crazy prodigy genius, nor am I as productive. I always keep myself ridiculously busy with a variety of activities and plan every second of my life, often times double booking my time impossibly.
When I was in middle school and anorexic/bulimic/needlessly weight conscious, this habit started as a personal defense. If I was busy all the time, then I was never sitting at home, bored, eating. As I got older, it was a pattern I was comfortable with and it was a way to avoid my parents and any generation gap/ rebellious delinquent arguments that might arise; it also served my widespread interests and talents (I promise I enjoy many things that are not theatre, I am just not nearly as passionate about them). Lately, this drive has diminished considerably (Ahhh! Senioritis! That “condition” I did not believe in until I got it!), which is problematic since I made plenty of commitments (when I was doubly and triply mapping out my life in advance) that I am finding increasingly difficult to fulfill.
As it turns out, I have ended up more like Leonardo DaVinci, dabbling in many areas, starting many projects, and finishing few. I am still reliable for many things, such as staying up late on the phone with sobbing friends and being a super-perky and efficient barista/carhop at the Bearclaw Coffee Company, but I have dropped the ball on half-written, fully outlined humanities papers, studying for AP tests, AP Chemistry lab write-ups, the commitment I made to clean Ms. Peet’s house, and spending quality time with friends and family.
I wish I could draw strength from people like Cosimo de Medici and push and train to surprise everyone with how greatly they underestimated me. I tell myself I just have to get through a couple weeks and then I can sleep and spend time healing as much as possible, but my body retorts, “Absolutely not! You cannot pull an all-nighter; you cannot even stay up past 10:00pm because I am sick and exhausted and cannot take this crap from you anymore. I did it all year and all musical and damn it all, now I need to sleep and take time to recover.”
If I were a Medici and I “took time to recover” that would probably be synonymous with cutthroat assassination or ousting from power in some other violent, unpleasant way. Then again, if I had hired really excellent body guards and built my own secluded fortress (complete with new governmental administration offices) like Cosimo and Eleanor, perhaps I could take one day to relax with minimal consequences, but it would still be risky. I guess if I end up letting my grades slip this last semester and, in turn, let my parents down by not being valedictorian as expected, it will be my own personal fall from power…but hey, at least I’ll still be breathing.
These are all my problems and this is entirely my whining and ranting, but it is not me asking for pity in anyway. _________
How long was this supposed to be? I don’t even know.
Word Count: 514 not including my superbly long title, 611 with it