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8 Hours 38 Minutes 17 Seconds -- The time it took me to read Enders Game today.
The sequel is a bit longer, and I wont get started on it till tomarrow.
I'm not reading it or anything for any particular reason, just for fun, they are great books. Anyway, I cant remember the homework for tomarrow, I'll see if I can copy the math HW from this girl in my Spanish class, it usually works, well enough to keep me at a C+/B. I need to start paying attention in the class though, which means I need more sleep. Which means changing my lifestyle quite a bit.
Why when I wake up in the mornings do I not feel rested? I usually get my full 8 or so hours, I just feel tired still, and it doesnt wear off, I'm just tired all day, every day. Oh well, I just hope it doesnt effect me to badly.
Either way though, I guess somthing needs to change, right? Well, in the spirit of change, I'm going to be trying some new things to get myself back in order, keeping track of my money better, by keeping a log of what I spend. I'll also be putting together a college/work portfolio, and realistically looking into what I want to be when I get older. I've pretty much shot my chances of getting into a 4-year school down the drain, and I dont want to lose any more ground, especially when I'm fighting every second for the little bit I have, so maybe this will help.
It just occured to me, that I'm perfectly obliged to sit here and write all this, a few paragraphs, but I could do more, talking about my day, my life, my thoughts and feelings, letting my friends pour over them. So, why is it so hard to accually write a english paper, or a history essay. Is it a question of focus, motivation or boredom? Or all of the above? I don't know, maybe I just am scared of trying for some reason, or maybe I havnt been pushed far enough, so that I cant ignore a problem. Maybe, but maybe not, or maybe that, or maybe a whole myriad of things that nobody has even thought of yet.
Or maybe I'm looking to deep into somthing, that really doesnt require much though. And here I am again, writing, doing work, wasting energy, so a few people can read my thoughts and write "LOL" or somthing equally as timewasting on their own part, as much as mine.
I forgot what I was talking about.
Goodnight I guess.
Oh yeah, some kid name Morgan Gibbs commited suicide today. I thought about suicide, and my limits as a human. I dont know if I've reached them, I'm not dead yet, so I guess thats a good sign. Maybe this Morgan guy just got made fun of too much or somthing, I always figure that if you commit suicide, your kind of an idiot. But maybe he wasnt, maybe nobody gave him a chance or somthing. I hear he was kind of a skater kid, thats neat, skating can be pretty cool.
Anyway, I wrote a letter to Morgan, he obviously cant read it, not on earth anyway, but here it is.
Dear Morgan,
I didnt know you at all, I dont think I've ever met you, and if I did, I guess you didnt leave much of an impression on me. Well, I want you to know, that maybe you killed yourself becuase you thought everyone hated you, or maybe you did it becuase things were just too much to handle. In any case, I dont know why, and I dont think anyone else does either. I heard you wrote a note to some people, or everyone, it hasnt been released yet, nor will it be, they consider that stuff to graphic for us children to see I guess. Morgan, I wish you would have talked to me, right before you were about to do it. No, not so I could save you, or tell you not too, but I would like to see your face, and pick your brain of all thought, to see what kind of motivation you would need to kill yourself. A bit to late for that it seems. Oh well, I guess it was your time.
Sorry your dead Morgan,
Harrison Boles.
The sequel is a bit longer, and I wont get started on it till tomarrow.
I'm not reading it or anything for any particular reason, just for fun, they are great books. Anyway, I cant remember the homework for tomarrow, I'll see if I can copy the math HW from this girl in my Spanish class, it usually works, well enough to keep me at a C+/B. I need to start paying attention in the class though, which means I need more sleep. Which means changing my lifestyle quite a bit.
Why when I wake up in the mornings do I not feel rested? I usually get my full 8 or so hours, I just feel tired still, and it doesnt wear off, I'm just tired all day, every day. Oh well, I just hope it doesnt effect me to badly.
Either way though, I guess somthing needs to change, right? Well, in the spirit of change, I'm going to be trying some new things to get myself back in order, keeping track of my money better, by keeping a log of what I spend. I'll also be putting together a college/work portfolio, and realistically looking into what I want to be when I get older. I've pretty much shot my chances of getting into a 4-year school down the drain, and I dont want to lose any more ground, especially when I'm fighting every second for the little bit I have, so maybe this will help.
It just occured to me, that I'm perfectly obliged to sit here and write all this, a few paragraphs, but I could do more, talking about my day, my life, my thoughts and feelings, letting my friends pour over them. So, why is it so hard to accually write a english paper, or a history essay. Is it a question of focus, motivation or boredom? Or all of the above? I don't know, maybe I just am scared of trying for some reason, or maybe I havnt been pushed far enough, so that I cant ignore a problem. Maybe, but maybe not, or maybe that, or maybe a whole myriad of things that nobody has even thought of yet.
Or maybe I'm looking to deep into somthing, that really doesnt require much though. And here I am again, writing, doing work, wasting energy, so a few people can read my thoughts and write "LOL" or somthing equally as timewasting on their own part, as much as mine.
I forgot what I was talking about.
Goodnight I guess.
Oh yeah, some kid name Morgan Gibbs commited suicide today. I thought about suicide, and my limits as a human. I dont know if I've reached them, I'm not dead yet, so I guess thats a good sign. Maybe this Morgan guy just got made fun of too much or somthing, I always figure that if you commit suicide, your kind of an idiot. But maybe he wasnt, maybe nobody gave him a chance or somthing. I hear he was kind of a skater kid, thats neat, skating can be pretty cool.
Anyway, I wrote a letter to Morgan, he obviously cant read it, not on earth anyway, but here it is.
Dear Morgan,
I didnt know you at all, I dont think I've ever met you, and if I did, I guess you didnt leave much of an impression on me. Well, I want you to know, that maybe you killed yourself becuase you thought everyone hated you, or maybe you did it becuase things were just too much to handle. In any case, I dont know why, and I dont think anyone else does either. I heard you wrote a note to some people, or everyone, it hasnt been released yet, nor will it be, they consider that stuff to graphic for us children to see I guess. Morgan, I wish you would have talked to me, right before you were about to do it. No, not so I could save you, or tell you not too, but I would like to see your face, and pick your brain of all thought, to see what kind of motivation you would need to kill yourself. A bit to late for that it seems. Oh well, I guess it was your time.
Sorry your dead Morgan,
Harrison Boles.