Lately, I’ve been wasting a lot of time watching TV shows online and other assorted mindless things just to kill time. I’ve still got two AP tests left to go, but only art history requires a bit of studying that I’m not excited to do. I always get this way AP test season, it seems.
Everything is so incredibly unchallenging that I lack the motivation to really accomplish any of things I meant to do. I need another job for the summer–preferably one that concerns a bit more mental exercise and doesn’t pay the minimal amount above the minimum wage.
Other things that I need to do: post on Wardrobe remix again. If nothing else, it’s an interesting visual diary. Get on this query letter writing and get around to actually submitting novel proposal. Even if it fails–at least there will be something to look forward to and hope for.
My life in a nutshell: at least there will be something to hope for. No matter how impossible it may seem. And after all–isn’t that what keeps us going? This hope.
Fuck it. Maybe that should be my new ideology. There are certainly things that are just out of my control and maybe hoping to change it will make a difference, maybe actually doing something about it will make a difference. Does it really even matter? I hate going over these same ideas over and over again. Time to find something new and exciting to write about. My life has become yet again as mundane as the Sunday cartoons.