It's really silly to blog-hop (especially when I have no time at all) and come across a blog of someone you used to treat as a confidant, reading them speak of someone else in the same capacity. Stupid, stupid memories. It'll seem stupid and fruitless in a while like it really is. Have you ever read Jeff Lindsay's Dexter? He writes about the concept of the Dark Passenger. Of a conscience taking over your own and you being just the vehicle. For Dexter's case, it's the Need to murder. But I think what comes through deeper is that every single one of us have a Need. Don't you think? A Need for achievement. Attention. Companionship. Common things like that.
What am I babbling about? I have no idea.
School is turning on its gears really fast and I'm getting injured by the spocks of its wheels, I'm convinced. My personal organizer has been filled up rapidly and it really scares me how much everyone expects out of a bunch of not-even 20 year olds. Four deadlines in a week and none that I can brush off. It leads down to choices, maybe things I should have done weeks and weeks ago. But guess what? Ms. Procrastinator strikes again for the umpteenth time. Big surprise. So now I'm left with days to achieve what I should have in weeks, and hours to do what I should have done in days. On and on. This fucking crazy situation is going to drive me to insanity soon. Whining aside, let's hope I deliver everything in quality and on time. I've never failed that, not really, sans a really horrid experience with the final group project for Web Design last semester.
What have I learned this semester, but will once again fail to adhere to the next study semester? I will learn that I need to choose my fucking team mates with care. First impressions are important, yes, but if you play off your decision with that? Fucking screwed, man. Fucking screwed. Kind of like me right now. Blahbitty blah blah.
Welcome to life.
so i'll hide yours with mine.
What am I babbling about? I have no idea.
School is turning on its gears really fast and I'm getting injured by the spocks of its wheels, I'm convinced. My personal organizer has been filled up rapidly and it really scares me how much everyone expects out of a bunch of not-even 20 year olds. Four deadlines in a week and none that I can brush off. It leads down to choices, maybe things I should have done weeks and weeks ago. But guess what? Ms. Procrastinator strikes again for the umpteenth time. Big surprise. So now I'm left with days to achieve what I should have in weeks, and hours to do what I should have done in days. On and on. This fucking crazy situation is going to drive me to insanity soon. Whining aside, let's hope I deliver everything in quality and on time. I've never failed that, not really, sans a really horrid experience with the final group project for Web Design last semester.
What have I learned this semester, but will once again fail to adhere to the next study semester? I will learn that I need to choose my fucking team mates with care. First impressions are important, yes, but if you play off your decision with that? Fucking screwed, man. Fucking screwed. Kind of like me right now. Blahbitty blah blah.
Welcome to life.
so i'll hide yours with mine.
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