I spent eight and a half hours today working on a project for my 3D class. I’m still not halfway finished and it’s due on Tuesday. I have to read half a novel and draw a portrait by Monday (I haven’t started either), write an essay, pick out two logos, complete two Illustrator lessons, read, and finish my project by Tuesday.
I have never had so much work due in such a short amount of time. I have organized my time the best I can, and yet nothing is going according to plan. If I finish half of my work by the time it is due, I’ll be one hella lucky kid, because I’m worried out of my mind.
I have a hard time focusing- even when I’m in the art building with no distractions whatsoever. I just stare off into space or get up and walk around for no particular reason. I think I’ve always had a hard time with focusing, but somehow I managed to pull through. However, this time, I think the combined stress of having too much to do, as well as having trouble focusing has led me to a new level. As I literally cannot keep my mind focused on one thing for longer than a few minutes, and that worries me.
Sherlock:It's dimensionally transcendental. Obviously it's bigger on the inside. It's a Type 40 Time And Relative Dimensions In Space TARDIS. Approximately 900 years old. Its chameleon circuit became dysfunctional sometime in the 60's, which explains it's obsolete police phone box disguise, and you haven't gotten around to fixing it. The way you hold yourself and the goofy smile on your face signifies that you're clearly trying to cover up your dark past, and considering the fact that you have two hearts, which is made obvious by the double pulse coming through your carotid, you're a time lord. The last of the time lords. Am I wrong?
I’m only eighteen, and of all the mistakes I’ve made, I’m proud to say I could have done worse, I could have been less, and I could be lonelier. I attend a university that is relatively difficult to get into. I’m studying what I love, and it’s frustrating, and difficult, and sometimes I hate it, but that’s okay. I’m not sure if I’m where I need to be, but neither are the rest of my friends, and that’s okay too. I get frustrated and angry, and I often hate some of the difficulties I face on a regular basis, but it could be worse.