alanscott

First week of school was only a typical intro day, no big deal. Then things started to pick up, little bits of homework here and there. You'd think I could find the wherewithal to start doing work now, because it's so pitifully light compared to deeper in the semester and a good study habit predicates on establishing routines early-on? Heeeeeeeeeeell-no! As usual, it'll all come down to the wire and the latent fear of moving back home to become a disgruntled Wal-Mart wage slave (again) will finally result in some completed work.

I don't know if I'm insufficiently challanged by the fourth semester in a row of stuff I got in highschool or on my own time, or if I'm just a hopelessly unmotivated lifetime slackbitch. This condition has been prevailing since I started and there's a 3.5 GPA plus college honor society membership to show for it, so I should just shut the fuck up and take my happy grades and accolades, right? But if that's so special, then why does it feel like I'm in a nosedive and the cockpit is missing? Why does it feel like Something Isn't Right?