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:

• Eat
• TV
• Sleep
• Computer/Aim/Music/Youtube
• Homework @ fucking 10 PM

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.