because the past 7 hours have been useless.
It's been a while since I've felt the need to write in this forgotten livejournal. And i don't know why a random feeling of writing should come about now, now that I'm happily back in Buffalo and attending classes and away from home and such. I guess I'm in one of those seasonally depressed moods or something or experiencing a severe case of procrastination. I mean really, this is only the third day of classes, and after an entire month's break from using my brain, one would think that a few quick homework assignments should be relatively painless. As usual, at the beginning of any semester/school year, I have that overwhelming determination to get back on schedule with homework, be super organized, get everything done right away, and you know how it goes. As much as I could plan out how I might go about this, it never has and probably never will actually go into effect. I am sitting here, aimlessly typing away in my livejournal of all things, while some bio reading and worksheet calls. My motivation levels are zero right now, and I suppose I shouldn't complain because as much as it feels like this is solely my problem alone, it is quite obviously a shared feeling throughout colleges across the country, I'm sure. So, sadly this is relatively normal and therefore I should not be worried about it at all. But being the beginning of a semester and having a fresh start/clean slate, I suppose I feel slightly guilty for not taking advantage of these opportunties. I have chemistry at 5:20 tonight, and I should probably leave the room at some point to get dinner (leaving the room also being in the bottom of my priority list). I feel like a waste of space, and yet I have plently of ways to change that, I instead sit here and sulk about it, which worsens the mood. In essence, "getting back into the swing of things" certainly has proved itself difficult, and I have quickly fallen victim to my brain cells which claim to be dead and good-for-nothing. Maybe in a couple of hours I'll finally get around do doing something other than reading. Until then, I wish whoever's sad soul is reading this a good day and good night.