Stressed...

Nice going Alex. You can't get things done for an extended period of time. And now the quarter is ending, and you still have so much to do. You aren't resting easy, you're stressing your brains out. Because you want to make your mommy proud. Would she be proud of a cheater? A liar? I'm cheating my way through the school system...again! Except it's frustrating because I want to be good and trusted, but sometimes life doesn't happen that way for me. Because I have a serious procrastination problem.

And I never show up to college writing.

And ARC's are totally retarded and pointless. Why do I have to PAY the f*cking school for time that I missed in the first place? Is it like a reimbursement for making my teachers mark me absent? Honestly. I can't wait for college. Normal life, here I come. Except I still have lots of days left of my last damn year. Daaamn.

I'm totally okay with getting less than perfect grades for right now. Because really, I have good habits, I'm just lazy because I don't like busy work. I love discussions, and taking notes, and feeling like I'm doing something that actually matters to me.

I hate wasting my own time with things that don't matter. I love creative writing, because I love to write. I don't know why I'm taking math. I'm dropping College Writing as soon as I can, because I didn't qualify for the English 1010 credit, which is a waste of my time if I don't get that.

I'm imperfect. And that doesn't bother me. I know that someday I'm going to do really well at whatever it is I decide to do. Because I'm the kind of person that excels in things that I enjoy. I can't stand math, it's really difficult for me to understand, and that's why I don't do well. But I'm doing fantastically in my Medical Anatomy Class and I did really well in EMS and Health Science last year. I do well in science, english, art, and music. I am not a logical mathematical brain. In fact when people say anything math related, I kind of glaze over, and want to die.

Dammit. Now I'm wasting more of my time blogging. But I love to blog. In fact if I could get enough followers, I would stop working...not really. Blogging is just a hobby. And let's be honest here, everyone is so wrapped up in themselves that they don't have time to think about anyone else. Let alone their thoughts. Except for those that care about me, I generally don't give out my URL. Because I sometimes say things the wrong way, and nobody really cares if I stole a traffic cone, or if I ate a bug.

But now I should be writing a paper, writing a research essay, taking 2 tests for anatomy, figuring out the meaning of my life, and looking into retail and the food industry as a career. . .

Mwwaah.