I am supposed to be writing a research paper right now about a play I've never read. I've done everything but that. I went to the craft store, attempted to go to the zoo, wasted a lot of gas, sorted through my warm weather clothes, cleaned my room completely, jammed, got my hair cut, and now I'm updating my blog.
I can't focus on academics anymore. There are too many other things to think about. There are much better things to do than write research papers.
Thursday, March 29, 2012
Sunday, March 18, 2012
Suck fest.
It's funny how yesterday was one of the best days of my life, and today was a total suck fest.
I woke up early this morning to go to church. Once at church, I listened a little and wrote a lot, but I still took notes so I could look back on what the pastor was talking about later. After the service was over, I ended up talking with someone about my boyfriend. They asked, "does he love Jesus?" and I said, "I don't know." I should've just said yeah. Another person said, "'Do not be unequally yoked'," and I wanted to shout. I changed the subject instead.
Then, I drove a few towns over to work on my senior project, after filling up my car, which now costs more than thirty dollars when it used to cost about twenty-five. I worked on my project from about noon to six in the evening. I fixed all of the connections, and everything was in its proper place; then, I discovered that the integrated circuit chip in my amp-the key component, might I add-had been fried.
FUN FACT: My project is due tomorrow.
FUN FACT 2: My graduation status depends on my success in its completion.
This project is supposed to be a culmination of everything I have learned about electronics in the past three years. All I've learned is:
-Theories upon theories upon theories
-I don't enjoy technology as much as I thought I did
-I'm a complete idiot
I can give you the scoop on diodes, and explain how an op-amp works, but ask me to make one and I'm clueless. Thus, I am an idiot. The lowest form.
When I got home, my father wouldn't talk to me-probably because I was a whopping five minutes late-and my mother was engrossed in her Bible. I went to my room and said goodnight. About twenty minutes later, after sobbing on the phone with my best friend, whom I had interrupted a movie night with her friend, my mom came in my room with a terrible attitude, and said, "You really need to drop this attitude," which made absolutely no sense. She went on and on.
Oh, I almost forgot to mention... My boyfriend lost my birthday card. Then, he hit my car. Hard.
My gas tank is already down to three-quarters of a tank.
I woke up early this morning to go to church. Once at church, I listened a little and wrote a lot, but I still took notes so I could look back on what the pastor was talking about later. After the service was over, I ended up talking with someone about my boyfriend. They asked, "does he love Jesus?" and I said, "I don't know." I should've just said yeah. Another person said, "'Do not be unequally yoked'," and I wanted to shout. I changed the subject instead.
Then, I drove a few towns over to work on my senior project, after filling up my car, which now costs more than thirty dollars when it used to cost about twenty-five. I worked on my project from about noon to six in the evening. I fixed all of the connections, and everything was in its proper place; then, I discovered that the integrated circuit chip in my amp-the key component, might I add-had been fried.
FUN FACT: My project is due tomorrow.
FUN FACT 2: My graduation status depends on my success in its completion.
This project is supposed to be a culmination of everything I have learned about electronics in the past three years. All I've learned is:
-Theories upon theories upon theories
-I don't enjoy technology as much as I thought I did
-I'm a complete idiot
I can give you the scoop on diodes, and explain how an op-amp works, but ask me to make one and I'm clueless. Thus, I am an idiot. The lowest form.
When I got home, my father wouldn't talk to me-probably because I was a whopping five minutes late-and my mother was engrossed in her Bible. I went to my room and said goodnight. About twenty minutes later, after sobbing on the phone with my best friend, whom I had interrupted a movie night with her friend, my mom came in my room with a terrible attitude, and said, "You really need to drop this attitude," which made absolutely no sense. She went on and on.
Oh, I almost forgot to mention... My boyfriend lost my birthday card. Then, he hit my car. Hard.
My gas tank is already down to three-quarters of a tank.
Saturday, March 17, 2012
Saint Patrick's Day
Today was the best day of 2012 thus far, perhaps one of the best of my life.
I'm afraid that if I tell you about it, I'll spoil it's complete perfection.
I'm sorry.
I'm afraid that if I tell you about it, I'll spoil it's complete perfection.
I'm sorry.
Wednesday, March 7, 2012
Everything
It's funny how things just happen, without any thought or effort. I didn't plan for any of this to happen.
I felt like I was never going to graduate, but it's happening.
I thought I would never get started on my senior project, but I did, and it's close to being finished.
I didn't think I could ever get comfortable inside of my own head, but I did.
I thought I would never figure out what I want to do with my life, but it hit me.
I wasn't going to fall in love, but it happened.
Everything has been turned upside down so quickly. Sometimes it makes me happy, and sometimes it makes me sad. But regardless, I know everything is going to be okay.
I felt like I was never going to graduate, but it's happening.
I thought I would never get started on my senior project, but I did, and it's close to being finished.
I didn't think I could ever get comfortable inside of my own head, but I did.
I thought I would never figure out what I want to do with my life, but it hit me.
I wasn't going to fall in love, but it happened.
Everything has been turned upside down so quickly. Sometimes it makes me happy, and sometimes it makes me sad. But regardless, I know everything is going to be okay.
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