Title does not dictate behavior
I have beat my semi addiction, if only for a day, but still, I did so fuck off. This week I have realized will suck in terms of all the work I have to do, but im sure Ill find plenty of time to not get too stressed out.
Today I slept for like 12 or more hours I think between my sleep last night and naps here and there. I am becoming a sloth who only sits around eating and sleeping, and rummaging around in this pile of garbage to make myself half presentable to the demanding public I have.
I have posted a few different journals in the last few days when I was feeling down, and going back over them is almost too depressing for me. Im feeling more ontop of things now, but for a while there I couldnt really see a purpose to continuing my day to day school life. The need to talk to people and sort of, vent my thoughts and feelings can hit really hard some days. I need to write letters.
Studying my math and going through notes I have taken all quarter, I have found the short one line sentences I have scribbled on different pages. I started reading those and totally forgot why I took out the binder to begin with. I wrote some pretty good lines in there. You can really tell where I was day dreaming, or which days I guess. Makes me wonder, if I hadnt wrote that one sentence.. would there be another page of notes for that day? I guess so, but what good are they.
I am almost done with math, and after this, I will be so smart my mind will just collapse upon itself and I will achieve stupidity... I cant wait.
1:31 left, then Im out.
So I dont get back to napa till saturday or sunday, and even then, I have to some how put my boxes inside my bigger box known as my room, which is part of a bigger box known as some guys house. Summer school starts monday too, and speech, which Ive never done. I fathom some days that I should become a major public speaker, because its the one thing I fear more than anything.
Today I slept for like 12 or more hours I think between my sleep last night and naps here and there. I am becoming a sloth who only sits around eating and sleeping, and rummaging around in this pile of garbage to make myself half presentable to the demanding public I have.
I have posted a few different journals in the last few days when I was feeling down, and going back over them is almost too depressing for me. Im feeling more ontop of things now, but for a while there I couldnt really see a purpose to continuing my day to day school life. The need to talk to people and sort of, vent my thoughts and feelings can hit really hard some days. I need to write letters.
Studying my math and going through notes I have taken all quarter, I have found the short one line sentences I have scribbled on different pages. I started reading those and totally forgot why I took out the binder to begin with. I wrote some pretty good lines in there. You can really tell where I was day dreaming, or which days I guess. Makes me wonder, if I hadnt wrote that one sentence.. would there be another page of notes for that day? I guess so, but what good are they.
I am almost done with math, and after this, I will be so smart my mind will just collapse upon itself and I will achieve stupidity... I cant wait.
1:31 left, then Im out.
So I dont get back to napa till saturday or sunday, and even then, I have to some how put my boxes inside my bigger box known as my room, which is part of a bigger box known as some guys house. Summer school starts monday too, and speech, which Ive never done. I fathom some days that I should become a major public speaker, because its the one thing I fear more than anything.