a collection of ramblings.

Oct 29

My façade.

I put on a little façade. It seems to grow every fucking minute. For some reason, I like to pretend  that I’m hot shit. Really really really fuckin’ hot shit. But… I’m not. Not even close to the extent where my vanity could possibly be warranted.

Along with my arrogance comes the usual attitude associated. In short, it seems like I’m a huge asshole to everybody. Well, at the very least, everybody seems to think along those lines. I’m not even sure if I can blame them. I’m starting to believe it myself.

But it’s this ridiculous cycle… I’m an asshole merely because people think I’m an asshole.

It’s gotten to the point where I’m considered unapproachable and intimidating. What the fuck? Really? That assumption seems so… baseless to me. Nobody has really even taken the time to try to get to know me.

Which is a huge problem, because there are so many people that I’d love to get to know better. But if they think that I’m just some asshole, I’m pretty fucked. So there’s my dilemma.

It makes me pretty sad. I pretend like I’m some hot-shit guy, but I literally have nothing to show for it. This is why I didn’t go to homecoming. And haven’t gone to homecoming. Ever. I have to pretend like I’m unfazed, too. What a fucking awesome vicious cycle.

Oct 25

Freaking the fuck out.

Refer to title.

Oct 23

Questions?

I ask a lot of questions. I tell myself and everybody else that I just enjoy stroking my ego…

But really, I analyze things to try and conclude if there is actually any hope.

EDIT: “Hope” is actually an awful word to describe this. I prefer “possibility”.

Hope implies desperation.

College Apps.

Today, I end my vicious fucking cycle of procrastination.

I’m going to do it.

Me, too.

I had a “Suddenly Saturday”, too. I don’t know how I should feel about this.

Oct 20

What am I fucking doing?

I’m wasting my fucking life away. I come home, eat, sleep, and don’t do any of my homework until it’s after 10 PM.

My daily schedule:

I’m so scared of what’s going to happen when I’m at college… I don’t have a single ounce of organization in me. I don’t take notes. I don’t even fucking know how. I can’t even keep a damn binder for two weeks without losing papers and shit. Ugh. I also need to stop cussing. So I will. Try.

Anyways, I need to improve myself.

Step one: Write my MIT essays this weekend. I’m not allowed to go out. I may get bored and watch TV, but I’m allowing myself that.

Step two: Robotics is currently unimportant. MIT + school first. Cannot stay after for 6+ hours  every week and build my robot just because it’s fun.

Step three: What THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING IN CHEM, ECON AND CALCULUS?

FUCKING PAY ATTENTION PLEASE.

Econ grade went from a 97 to a 91/90/89. I don’t even know anymore. And it’s all because I don’t pay attention or read the damn book or anything.

I used to think I understood chemistry. Now I just am copying every damn Webassign from the internet 30 minutes before it’s due. I don’t read the book either. God, what the fuck am I doing?

Calculus……. Don’t even get me started. Granted… Morley is unintelligible at times , but I’m not excusing myself out of this one. Every morning, I copy the Econ homework (which contributes to my spiraling demise in Econ), then play around on my phone. WHYYYYYYYYYYYYYyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyYYyyyyyyyy?????? I wing the fuck out of the tests and quizzes and make good grades because they’re open book/notes

But it’s okay, right? I sure hope it’s okay. Because I’m going to get fucked real hard in college if I continue this.

Sub-steps for rectification:

  1. Reorganize that dreadful wad of papers in my backpack. Put shit into binders.
  2. Attempt to take notes on important things. LOGAN, I KNOW THIS IS IMPOSSIBLE, JUST FUCKING DO IT AND KEEP THE DAMN NOTES BECAUSE YOU DON’T KNOW HOW TO DO ANYTHING.
  3. Just……. read…… the damn……. book………… a couple of pages every night. Over the relevant things that were taught in the day’s class. Stop fucking trying to read four chapters in one night, then saying fuck it and getting a fucking C on a test.
  4. Remake study habits or die. Literally.
  5. Again, robotics = not important. There will be a time in Spring semester when I know I’ve gotten into schools so that robotics is all I can do.

This is all for now. Read this again on Friday, Logan.

Bye.