Motivation

It's difficult to find the motivation to do the work I really have to do. I know, intellectually, that this work needs to get done if I want to pass these classes, and I have to pass these classes if I want to keep my scholarship, and I have to keep my scholarship if I want to stay here, and I definitely want to stay at here. Unfortunately, that intellectual knowledge doesn't translate to actually sitting down and doing work.

Hopefully, I'll start sitting down with a friend who has a similar problem, and hopefully by each of us forcing each other to do our homework, we'll each get our stuff together and get it done. I don't want to fail out of school in the first semester of freshman year.

Whooshing again

It is surprisingly difficult to write about yourself endlessly. It shouldn't be all that hard to describe why "If not now, when?" would make a good school motto. For some reason, though, everything I'm writing sounds trite and forced, and I can't take it anymore.

Heart of Darkness is ridiculously thick and rambling.

Economic current events = Hit me over the head with a blunt object

I'm hungry, but I just ate. I don't feel like getting up, but I should really shower and get ready for the day. I hate sitting here, but I can't imagine going anywhere else. I sort of want to go work outside, but I want it to be summer weather.

I need to lose weight. I need to stop eating so much. I need to eat better, do my homework, get into college, and keep my room clean (I cleaned it yesterday, though, so that's one check off).

I kind of want to play EverQuest II again, but I don't have the money, the time, or a good enough computer to run it.

I'm discontent.

The downside to the whoosh

I spent this afternoon with both my father and my mother, in the same room. They, jointly, told me that I need to shape up. They're going to treat me punatively, for the first time in a while.

Oh, backtrack: my economics teacher called home on Monday. I had a 35. That was, as you might expect, a bit of an issue. I dodged the bullet of super late papers and got the stuff in, and now that I'm out of the fire, they talked to me about it.

Long and short of it: they're going to be checking my homework every now and then. And, (and this is the worst of it,) they're not letting me do stagecrew for this coming quarter. I hope the company will let me help out on the nights of, and that they'll let me go to the cast parties.

When I say 'whoosh' I mean 'whoosh'

I've had so many waking hours this week, I'm confused as to how I managed to not finish my homework. I finished the so-called 'important' stuff at ten last night, but the missing assignments will add up unless I get them to my various teachers by two o'clock. Which probably isn't going to happen. So it'll have to be more like five this evening. Thank god everything left is to teachers that actually check email.