Woman on the verge of a nervous breakdown
So, grades close tomorrow, yeah, and I am still, at 12:05 am, significantly behind. What does this say about my character, my lack of discipline, my ability to get my fucking shit done? A whole lot, and yet nothing at all. Sometimes I think laziness is a terminal illness. Nobody wants to be lazy, but once you become lazy, you will never completely heal. Sure, the symptoms go away once in a while, but then the relapses are a hundred times worse. Thank god this fall is almost over. I am so looking forward to the winter which I know will be full of crazy fitness routines, great parties, pretty winter clothes, and lots and lots of good hard work and interesting forays into the intellectual world. This winter I want to write something good enough to get published (perhaps this is an unrealistic goal, but it is one I will attempt), to write fantastic college applications, to run the peer tutoring program like buttah, to get awesome speakers to come to school, to run a fantastic human relations day,to be an enthusiastic cheerleader for the winter sports teams and yet SO PSYCHED to go home every day at 3:15, and to make some kind of significant contribution to my community. (a run-on, I know, but sometimes they are necessary). SO, returning to my homework, I bid adieu!
P.S. I don't think I mentioned just how psyched I am to have a livejournal, and, despite the fact that no one else in the world will probably ever read this, it's just kinda cool to have it out there for whoever and everyone that might see.
P.S. I don't think I mentioned just how psyched I am to have a livejournal, and, despite the fact that no one else in the world will probably ever read this, it's just kinda cool to have it out there for whoever and everyone that might see.