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iceinyourmusicWhat I thought about today,
by Leea.
If you carry your mittens around instead of wearing them, one in each hand, it feels almost like carrying around two mid-sized fish that are dead. The only difference is that the mittens don't smell like fish, have no eyes, and are made of wool, which means they don't really feel much like fish. They feel much nicer and warmer. But otherwise it's pretty much the same.
- starting to think there may be a couple of percent too many for me in this equation of being 60 % student and working a 75 % week on a regular basis and trying to wrap up another project at work that'll probably mean up to 10 extra hours per week for a while, but it's been a long time since I last did maths, so I don't know, I don't know -
(I procrastinate)
- I do know people do much much more than this, but I procrastinate, and studying as an occupation sucks muchly in the way where it's a 24 hrs a day thing if you procrastinate: where there's never a time you shouldn't rather be studying, and -
And back when I was still some sort of an achiever (when I was seven) this would have been a jolly good thing, because - 10/10 in the geography quiz and aren't I quite the teacher's pet now? - but all I get now is:
money (that's nice);
material for Woe is Me Entries (excellent);
to drop classes I probably would have dropped anyways;
really very tired;
cranky.
And to say, oh, it'll be fine once I make it to the holidays. But what are we really going to do over the holidays, Brain? The same thing we do every year: not-studying and not-taking-a-break but pretending to intend to study and mulling over our past, present and future not-studying and should-be-studying and working-or-not-working, passionately and non-stop, until sometime around January 5th we're exhausted enough to stage big cry-fests around cheesy tv productions of La Traviata.
The moral of the story, children, is that lack of aim and self-discipline will come back to bite you in the ass, just like Mama said it would.
*snerk*
by Leea.
If you carry your mittens around instead of wearing them, one in each hand, it feels almost like carrying around two mid-sized fish that are dead. The only difference is that the mittens don't smell like fish, have no eyes, and are made of wool, which means they don't really feel much like fish. They feel much nicer and warmer. But otherwise it's pretty much the same.
- starting to think there may be a couple of percent too many for me in this equation of being 60 % student and working a 75 % week on a regular basis and trying to wrap up another project at work that'll probably mean up to 10 extra hours per week for a while, but it's been a long time since I last did maths, so I don't know, I don't know -
(I procrastinate)
- I do know people do much much more than this, but I procrastinate, and studying as an occupation sucks muchly in the way where it's a 24 hrs a day thing if you procrastinate: where there's never a time you shouldn't rather be studying, and -
And back when I was still some sort of an achiever (when I was seven) this would have been a jolly good thing, because - 10/10 in the geography quiz and aren't I quite the teacher's pet now? - but all I get now is:
money (that's nice);
material for Woe is Me Entries (excellent);
to drop classes I probably would have dropped anyways;
really very tired;
cranky.
And to say, oh, it'll be fine once I make it to the holidays. But what are we really going to do over the holidays, Brain? The same thing we do every year: not-studying and not-taking-a-break but pretending to intend to study and mulling over our past, present and future not-studying and should-be-studying and working-or-not-working, passionately and non-stop, until sometime around January 5th we're exhausted enough to stage big cry-fests around cheesy tv productions of La Traviata.
The moral of the story, children, is that lack of aim and self-discipline will come back to bite you in the ass, just like Mama said it would.
*snerk*
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Date: 2002-11-15 09:07 pm (UTC)but as soon as I read about the mittens, like fish, I was all YES!!!! So true!!! We should Study This. Or write poetry... "The mittens, like fish..."
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Date: 2002-11-16 09:15 pm (UTC)Yes, but they go mad. They do.
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Date: 2002-11-17 02:47 am (UTC)oh! the joshua beat!
Date: 2002-11-17 01:50 am (UTC)... still and lifeless
observe the city
with their unseeing eyes...
it's a branch. of. science.
Re: oh! the joshua beat!
Date: 2002-11-17 02:46 am (UTC)(pr.eeet.entious.)