I have been so on my studying shit this past week, all of you want to be me soo bad. (Unless you are also studying, then you probably don’t). (Or unless you don’t want to study, then also probably not).
I think it is partially because I barely have anything to do, but that’s besides the point. I’m on top of my shit in every class.
I’m even up to date on my readings of The Road, which is the most boring book I have read to date. (This is an exaggeration, I do not fuck with Shakespeare).
But really, all “the Man” and “the boy” spend the book doing is walking and sleeping. Over and over. Like, get a life, maybe?
Partially, I’m blaming my saltiness on that I can never connect the dots when reading between the lines, so going over the text in class always throws me for a loop.
Most of the time, it feels like I’m reading a different book. Like, hello?
But anyways, noise cancelling headphones are the best invention in the world. Something about them just puts me in a studying mood.
If I’m being honest, I’m in the mood to do more work, but I don’t even have anything else to do. If anyone reading this (in high school) knows someone who wants to pay me to do their delta math, I am so down. I miss her. Especially if it’s calc or algebra. (Geometry does not fuck).
I also think it’s my planner fueling me. Today, I read David Sedaris’ chapter in Calypso about how getting a Fitbit motivated him to start walking tens of thousands of steps a day.
Not only that, but when his Fitbit died, he felt like there was no point in walking anymore, because nothing was keeping track. That’s honestly how I feel about my planner.
My to-do lists in the morning fuel me. It feels wrong to go to bed with stuff unchecked, and I live for the moment when I can cross stuff off. It’s really the main thing motivating me to do them.
I’ve started viewing things in my life in the context of to do lists, what could be added, what could be crossed off, and how to go about it.
I wake up, and I’m hyped to start my list for the day. I go to bed knowing of the excitement waiting for me when I wake up. I brainstorm when walking to the bathroom, when brushing my teeth, when getting dressed, and I keep it up throughout my day.
As the weeks pass, my list grows longer, and it leaves me wondering just how long they’re gonna begin to get. Is there a limit? Only God knows.
BRB, off to cross writing a blog post off my list.
Violet
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