oof. I'm back.
Oh hey, world of zero readers of my LiveJournal. I'm back on here now.
I'm hoping writing in here will somewhat force me to write better again. It's been exceptionally shitty lately.
I think I'm the worst English major. I have not read a single page of the three books I am supposed to be reading for my classes. Zero participation in class discussion. I keep blaming it on the fact that I have three jobs, but the truth is I have time to do it. I just... I don't know. Every time I sit down to read (which is rare in the first place, I usually push it aside for other less important things) my brain is just like "Nooooo!"
I read a couple sentences, and then I put the book down. I just can't bring myself to do it. A voice inside of me just keeps screaming, "No! This isn't fun! Do something else! Aimlessly search the internet! Watch a movie you've already seen! Wander around campus for a while!" My work never even gets started. I was doing okay at the beginning of the semester. I read about 1/3 of Anna Karenina before I fell off the wagon.
I don't feel motivated to finish the things I do start. I don't even feel like finishing this useless LiveJournal post.
I won't even get started about how fat I've become. My BMI is officially in the overweight range again. I know I was only skinny last March because I was depressed, constantly going to the gym to get away from my roommates who hated me, and basically starving myself, but all I want is to look like that again.
I'm hoping writing in here will somewhat force me to write better again. It's been exceptionally shitty lately.
I think I'm the worst English major. I have not read a single page of the three books I am supposed to be reading for my classes. Zero participation in class discussion. I keep blaming it on the fact that I have three jobs, but the truth is I have time to do it. I just... I don't know. Every time I sit down to read (which is rare in the first place, I usually push it aside for other less important things) my brain is just like "Nooooo!"
I read a couple sentences, and then I put the book down. I just can't bring myself to do it. A voice inside of me just keeps screaming, "No! This isn't fun! Do something else! Aimlessly search the internet! Watch a movie you've already seen! Wander around campus for a while!" My work never even gets started. I was doing okay at the beginning of the semester. I read about 1/3 of Anna Karenina before I fell off the wagon.
I don't feel motivated to finish the things I do start. I don't even feel like finishing this useless LiveJournal post.
I won't even get started about how fat I've become. My BMI is officially in the overweight range again. I know I was only skinny last March because I was depressed, constantly going to the gym to get away from my roommates who hated me, and basically starving myself, but all I want is to look like that again.