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Apr. 7th, 2004 09:53 pmDoing fiddler on the roof was a bad idea on my part, or maybe it was a good one and track was a bad idea. I get one hour a night to do hw (considering 8 hours of sleep mandatory) when I have at least 3 hours a night to do. Which means, I get a *maximum* of 5 hours of sleep a night on average.
But I'm so close at at polevaulting, it'd be a waste to give up now. I suck at trumpet, yet I'm signed up for band next year, which means i might as well get good at it. To get good at trumpet, I'd have to do things outside of band. But this means everyone wants 3 hours of my time after school, which is 6 hours of my time, which means i get 24-6-9= 9 hours of home time. Home time has to include eating, crapping, sleeping, hwing, and (not possible anymore) playing.
To add on top of that, I have to work my ass off and push my physical limits as I strive for new speeds and heights, or else, there would be not point of me being at track.
Yet, doing all this, fulfilling my responsibilities, I don't get any satisfaction. My grades are dropping, I didn't make opening height (again), and I still sound like crap. All I want to do is play good old baldur's gate (seriously, this and simpsons are why i bother waking up at all).
And now, everyone feels my crap, happy now kevin? The pain of reading this is what i tried to save you by expressing myself with "MEH!", but you had to push for the icky insides, u stupid bastard.
But I'm so close at at polevaulting, it'd be a waste to give up now. I suck at trumpet, yet I'm signed up for band next year, which means i might as well get good at it. To get good at trumpet, I'd have to do things outside of band. But this means everyone wants 3 hours of my time after school, which is 6 hours of my time, which means i get 24-6-9= 9 hours of home time. Home time has to include eating, crapping, sleeping, hwing, and (not possible anymore) playing.
To add on top of that, I have to work my ass off and push my physical limits as I strive for new speeds and heights, or else, there would be not point of me being at track.
Yet, doing all this, fulfilling my responsibilities, I don't get any satisfaction. My grades are dropping, I didn't make opening height (again), and I still sound like crap. All I want to do is play good old baldur's gate (seriously, this and simpsons are why i bother waking up at all).
And now, everyone feels my crap, happy now kevin? The pain of reading this is what i tried to save you by expressing myself with "MEH!", but you had to push for the icky insides, u stupid bastard.
