Time to bitch and whine (ridicule welcomed!)
Hello again dear friends. The topic for today is the futility of life.
When I wake up and look out of my window to awaken at the sight of morning, I am filled with hope that today might be the day that I turn my life around. Today will be the day that I stop my bad habits and establish good ones. Today will be the day where I say something that will cause everyone to laugh at the wittiness of my jest, or that I'll have great insight on a disease that my peers failed to recognize. In the evening I go to bed with the shades drawn and the fan whirring and my mind whirring, wondering where everything went wrong.
I got to school early, always an auspicious sign, but things took a turn for the decidedly unauspicious when I lost focus in lecture. From there the day got worse where I got into an argument and, to make things worse, I lost! Oh, I know these trivialities aren't worth mentioning in light of 50,000 people dying in Africa due to poverty every month, but I guess I am a small person. The arguments are in my head, the feeling in my chest won't leave me alone. I haven't gotten anything done yet and there is so much to do! I feel a great sadness come over me. I get home and I have to get to work because, you know, one has to learn and keep up with the class in order to do well. But my focus is gone. I think I'd rather take a nap. Its night time now and I wake up wondering what happened to those four hours of my life where I should have been studying or doing something of use. Maybe I could have taken the time to hit the gym, or maybe I could have finally reviewed the lectures from xx weeks ago that I have long forgotten. Instead, I dreamed wishfully of a future that now seems even further out of reach. No matter, there is still an evening to salvage. Right after dinner and TV. Okay, it's midnight. I stay up until 3:00 am working furiously to finish a report. Even despite my bad habits, I have used six sources and posted my report first! I'm proud of it. Well, I am more proud of getting it done because now I have it out of the way so the rest of the week can be spent studying for tests. I am sad still about the argument (I really am the type to dwell, you see) so I spend an hour or so just singing. We all have our ways to get through the tough times, and singing does it for me. I'll go to sleep now. The wondering is there, and again there is my fool's hope for tomorrow.
Will my day, my perfect tomorrow, ever come? If I am strong enough....
When I wake up and look out of my window to awaken at the sight of morning, I am filled with hope that today might be the day that I turn my life around. Today will be the day that I stop my bad habits and establish good ones. Today will be the day where I say something that will cause everyone to laugh at the wittiness of my jest, or that I'll have great insight on a disease that my peers failed to recognize. In the evening I go to bed with the shades drawn and the fan whirring and my mind whirring, wondering where everything went wrong.
I got to school early, always an auspicious sign, but things took a turn for the decidedly unauspicious when I lost focus in lecture. From there the day got worse where I got into an argument and, to make things worse, I lost! Oh, I know these trivialities aren't worth mentioning in light of 50,000 people dying in Africa due to poverty every month, but I guess I am a small person. The arguments are in my head, the feeling in my chest won't leave me alone. I haven't gotten anything done yet and there is so much to do! I feel a great sadness come over me. I get home and I have to get to work because, you know, one has to learn and keep up with the class in order to do well. But my focus is gone. I think I'd rather take a nap. Its night time now and I wake up wondering what happened to those four hours of my life where I should have been studying or doing something of use. Maybe I could have taken the time to hit the gym, or maybe I could have finally reviewed the lectures from xx weeks ago that I have long forgotten. Instead, I dreamed wishfully of a future that now seems even further out of reach. No matter, there is still an evening to salvage. Right after dinner and TV. Okay, it's midnight. I stay up until 3:00 am working furiously to finish a report. Even despite my bad habits, I have used six sources and posted my report first! I'm proud of it. Well, I am more proud of getting it done because now I have it out of the way so the rest of the week can be spent studying for tests. I am sad still about the argument (I really am the type to dwell, you see) so I spend an hour or so just singing. We all have our ways to get through the tough times, and singing does it for me. I'll go to sleep now. The wondering is there, and again there is my fool's hope for tomorrow.
Will my day, my perfect tomorrow, ever come? If I am strong enough....