I just sneezed like, 10 times while typing up a comment response to a blog post I was reading.
I think it was God’s way of telling me to give up and go to bed.
Either go to bed, or study, anything but spend two hours pointlessly on my computer because I’m bad at handling reality.
Here comes tomorrow.
Tomorrow and the second Grammar test of doom.
I got a perfect score on the first one that I procrastinated studying for, this killed my work ethic for the second one.
It’s hard to study when you didn’t want to study in the first place, and now your teacher made you think you don’t need to study anymore because you passed that test.
But…I don’t really know the stuff for this test.
MAN. First I post about being poor, then I post about being lazy, and every other post is about my non-existent relationship skills.
I feel like I must be obnoxious.
Um, I don’t insult people….to their face….by name….much….
Me failing the test tomorrow could be a good thing. Up my humility. Put my mind back on track. Get me out of the la-la-world where I can’t study because it makes me hate life.
Yes, I’m sure failing a test will make studying in the future a joyous occasion…
I really got to stop with the negativity.
On a happy note, God loves me, no matter how ridiculously poor and lazy and depressed and miserable I am.
Not that I am poor and depressed and miserable.
Why would I be those things?
Maybe because my toe started going numb again and I secretly fear that it is a sign that I am about to die?…NAH.
Oh Sarcasm, my dear friend.
Well, it’s time for me to sleep. I’ll study in the morning. You don’t know me, but in reality I really am a pretty decent student. Hardworking even. Or I was. Eh. Eh eh eh. I can always be better.