The stress monster

Stressstressstress. 

That's the one thing on my mind right now... If you were to imagine that it would be some sort of monster, probably blue, ripping apart everything in sight and then hiding it EVERYWHERE. 

Under pillows, beds, on the ceiling, outside somewhere, literally anywhere you wouldn't think to look for it. And then you'd have me wandering around after it attempting to pick up the pieces and make sense of what I've been trying to cram into my brain since September, hoping to whatever it is I believe in that I'll somehow be able to pick up the mess this stress monster has created.

He's a real jerk. I'll draw him sometime and present you people with a visual. Assuming I'm actually typing this for someone to read instead of into some black hole, never to return. Man, I hope someone reads this or else I'd probably be considered a little crazy... No, I'm sure someone reads this. It's too awesome not to. 

That's all I have to say, back to not procrastinating. Or at least pretending not to procrastinate... 

Not my best idea

I left my iPad in a friends car yesterday night after a dance. Just now her mother returned it and it was freezing cold. So I put it in my shirt which seemed like an accurate solution.
It doesn't feel any warmer and now I'm cold too.

Waiting for inspiration....

I think it would be kind of super awesome to learn another language fluently and be able to think in that language. At least, I think it would be pretty awesome...
It would also confuse anyone who has the ability to read minds.

Today I was helping my friends little brother with math. She couldn't figure out the story problems so she asked me to. Like usual, I read the problem and drew it out. I'm not an artist, and shoes and socks are something I will never ever ever ever be good at drawing. He mocked my drawings. :c
"My shoes don't look like that."
"Well my shoe's ALWAYS look like that."
"That's not what shoes look like"
"Lets pretend they're super duper awesomely drawn shoes."

I really don't know how to blog. Often times I come here to write something thinking that it will be fantastic and then I go to actually write something, end up with a paragraph or two, hate it, delete it and leave for about a week.
Waiting for inspiration sucks.
So does participating in marching band when it snows.

"We're all in the same game, just different levels; dealing with the same hell, just different devils."



And speaking of games, I just lost The Game.

Seems we've all been studying wrong

Inspiration

The funny thing about being vegetarian and still participating in thanksgiving (and I suppose this would hold true even if I didn't.) is that there is no turkey. But everyone talks about turkey and "happy turkey day"
What turkey?

That was a really sad way to start off a blog post. But I seriously lack inspiration. I should be finishing an English paper right about now but I can't. It doesn't even need inspiration, I just have to WRITE, but I can't because I'm so focused on this idea of inspiration. I need it to write something that doesn't require it.
Or maybe I'm just justifying procrastination.
The second one seems more likely than the first, but I like the first better.

Mr. Eiser is convinced that I think everyone is rude.

Goals

There's a movie I watched a while ago, I believe it was called Hugo.
And although I wasn't all for the movie, it had a good message somewhere in there that really stuck. That the world is a machine built with all of it's needed parts. And no matter how much it may not feel like it, we all fit somewhere, it's just a matter of understanding where it is you fit.

Whenever I feel like I belong nowhere, like I don't have a place in this school or this town I remember that and I remind myself that no matter how much I may feel like I don't belong now. Like I don't have friends and just kind of drift through my day, some day I'll belong somewhere and I'll be glad I waited for that day.
It's the same idea that got my dad through the hardest part of his life. Just simply knowing that some day he would smile again kept him going because he just couldn't wait for that day.
And I guess that's how a pessimist makes it through the day, at least I do. By having something to look forward to. Small goals that add up over time to where you are meant to end up.
(Look at me, being successful and writing two posts in a day.)