I blink, and I lose another hour of my day. After wasting an entire day doing nothing I'm still thinking, "where has my time gone?" I don't feel like I've lived this day. I find myself in random intervals of time, and then I start wondering why I'm here and what I'm doing. My memory is still intact.
I have so much work to do, and so little desire to do it. The conflict is killing me. It's nothing particularly difficult, and if I think about it, it's nothing long, either. Then I can only attribute my inefficiency to lack of motivation. When it's about 9 or 10pm, my brain starts feeling dull and heavy, like it wants me to rest. This is completely strange, of course, as I have no habit of sleeping before 12. Not that it makes a difference when I sleep, I suppose. I refuse to do work, after all.
I'm in the mood for travelling. I have this urge to hitchhike to where ever with a light backpack on my shoulders, then walk in a direction which pleases me. When I feel tired I'll sit down in a warm place and absorb the sunlight. I'll just pretend that there's no need to worry about food, money or a place to sleep. I'll magically teleport home at nightfall.
School bores me. There isn't a single unit which I really enjoy. I've always liked English, but the book we have to read--- "True History of the Kelly Gang" has no punctuation. It's a pain to read, and I guess I've never found Australian history particularly intriguing. As for maths... I like Graph Theory more than I like Calculus- it's a shame that I have no talent for understanding Graph Theory. They are both interesting, to a certain extent, but I think I'm getting bored of them.
Then there's Psychology. I love the subject, but I seriously picked the wrong unit. I should've gone with "Personality and Happiness" as opposed to "Infancy to Adulthood". Blergh. And let's forget about chemistry. I liked it because I was good at it, and it never really fascinated me. Now that I'm no longer good at it, I find it boring as hell. I don't think I like science in general. If I had to choose I think I'd prefer religious studies.
...Which is kind of ironic, coming from me- since I make fun of those missionaries who try to strike conversation with me at bus stops. I'll tell that story some other day.
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