Finals freakout, carry on
I actually cannot believe that after an entire year and a half of higher education, I still don't know how to study.
brain what the shit is wrong with you. I don't have ADD (I think...), I'm intelligent, I HAVE a direction for this paper, but when it comes time to sit down and write, it's like I shut off, and get sleepy really quickly, and I can't make the words go in the right order, so I get upset and do something else.
and basically this semester has destroyed any plans I had for fitness and motivation, because clearly I'm just getting less and less good at either of those things, and I feel gross emotionally and physically.
and I'm just using this journal as a procrastination technique on something that is due in 50 minutes
I just really wish my advisor hadn't tried to push this paper in the direction of nationalism, it's TOO BIG and I'm just kind of panicking right now, all I wanted to write about was motherfucking clothes and now I have a whole other body of scholarship to search through, and my art final is due wednesday, and so is my chinese history paper and the concert went well and there are two episodes of Doctor Who from the 60s that have been recovered, but that's basically all that is good right now
and I want to cry but I just can't.
brain what the shit is wrong with you. I don't have ADD (I think...), I'm intelligent, I HAVE a direction for this paper, but when it comes time to sit down and write, it's like I shut off, and get sleepy really quickly, and I can't make the words go in the right order, so I get upset and do something else.
and basically this semester has destroyed any plans I had for fitness and motivation, because clearly I'm just getting less and less good at either of those things, and I feel gross emotionally and physically.
and I'm just using this journal as a procrastination technique on something that is due in 50 minutes
I just really wish my advisor hadn't tried to push this paper in the direction of nationalism, it's TOO BIG and I'm just kind of panicking right now, all I wanted to write about was motherfucking clothes and now I have a whole other body of scholarship to search through, and my art final is due wednesday, and so is my chinese history paper and the concert went well and there are two episodes of Doctor Who from the 60s that have been recovered, but that's basically all that is good right now
and I want to cry but I just can't.