Life Sucks
I'm usually not this depressed. Maybe it's just the mood, or maybe I'm tired, or maybe the moon is aligned with Mars in such a way as to make me depressed, or maybe it was that mystery pill I borrowed from the guy on the corner and took this morning. I dunno. Wow. I have not played any games in forever. I haven't seen Spencer in forever, except for that one day he spent the night, and left really early the next morning. I can only stay a few minutes for Academic Team or my parents will be suspicious. I need to finish my Eagle. I shouldn't even be writing this. Buy I can't focus on it, so maybe this will help. No extracurricular, no friends, no games until I finish my Eagle. My parents have held it over me for years, but not this badly. I want to get it done, but I just can't seem to finish it. Where does all my time go? I get home around three and jump right on to my computer. I start working on my Eagle, dinner comes around, then bedtime, what have I accomplished? Nothing. The Academic Team needs me. It will help me with scholarships, I don't hate it, I don't even really mind it, but it never gets anywhere. I managed to get my Eagle Project approved in under a week when I found out Bro. Nichols would be unavailable for two months. I know the deadline for a bunch of scholarhsips is coming, but nothing gets done. Where does my time go. I have a total of 10 requirements left in two merit badges (Communications and Family Life, for those who know what I'm talking about). And an Eagle Project. That's it. Why can't I finish. I have had those ten requirements for more than two weeks. And I have accomplished nothing. I really wonder where my time goes. I miss Spencer. We (me and Laura) had an opportunity to go to the other seminary on Friday, but I was too tired. Now I understand why Spencer has never come to ours. I make sarcastic comments to myself (voicing them. I narrate my life, but that's another story). Somebody will go "Sorry, what did you say?" They wouldn't understand my comments, so I just reply "Nothing." Then grim thoughts about missing Spencer come. Dinner. Back. I think I figured it out. It was the powder the guy sold me, not the pill, that put me in this mood. Actually part of it is my dad. He always comes home now in a really bad mood, which puts everybody else in a bad mood. He's in purchasing at Comair, a subsidiary of Delta. The maintanence people are yelling at him for not having parts. The sellers are yelling at him for not paying them and won't sell anything. So basically he's getting paid to be yelled at for 8 hours a day. That would put me in a bad mood too. I have to go to scouts tonight. I hate going to scouts. One of the only reasons I would go was because Spencer would be there, now even he isn't. There is nobody to talk to. It's sad when the person I talk to the most is Bro. Wagstaff, an adult. I almost never talk to any of the kids, because, I just don't fit in. I don't enjoy listening to who thinks who is cute, it gets old. It has been so long since I posted, wow. I still need to comment back on my previous post. This is by far my most random post ever. But I feel a little better, even if nobody reads it. On a side note, my sister is crazy. She is going to pay $355 of money that she is going to earn between now and April. To go on a 3 day trip to Chicago. We have cousins in Chicago. It would cost our entire family less than that to do the same things. Why? How much makeup or jewelry could she buy with that much money. And she's going to earn it. I no longer have to mow the lawn. Instead, I get to sit in the basement and become ever more depressed. I had an awesome chance on Saturday to go to a professional conference about VoIP, invite only. To talk to a 26 year old millionare. 26 and he's retired and he retired his parents too (not killing them). A once-in-a-lifetime opportunity. But guess why I couldn't go. Eagle. And work, but I could have traded off to go to it. It would have been incredible. Instead, I sit here and write about how depressed I am. Which is really weird, because I feel better, but at the same time, I think my life sucks even more. Wow. I'm just going to leave it at that. Maybe later you can read more about the "depressing life of Seth." Remind me sometime and I'll write a SQL (I am really tired. If you don't understand, just slap me the next time we meet, I'll remember why, I promise).