Spring break is rolling on. I am doing something I have not done in a long time. I am watching Monday Night Raw. I last watched WWE in 2002. That’s right, I was in high school. Tonight I saw The Undertaker, Hulk Hogan, Kane *sans mask*, Golddust. I have seriously had a trip down memory lane. It’s awesome!
I’ve been sleeping a lot. It seems since saturday I have been excessively tired. I’m about to eat now. So, I’ll be asleep soon.
Day sixty-nine, complete.
Just because the song says it doesn’t mean that I did it.
But since people want to believe what they want to, I want to send a special message.
If you treat someone like you no longer care; like the very image of them makes you angry and upset; like they only hurt you…they pull away. And if that someone is me, then I lose hope.
If you think that way, then go ahead. I’ll let you have this. Because while it seems like I act like it was no small matter, you act like the other issues are invisible.
I don’t care what others think of me. I don’t even care what you think of me. Caring what you think of me is why I gave up in the first place. I want to be happy in what I think of me. But God knows I never meant to hurt you. So now, let’s stop looking back. If I hadn’t done what I did, I would have killed myself.
Day sixty-seven, complete.
Day one – Spring Break.
There is an intense smell of butane floating through my house. Maybe not butane, but definately something I have smelled in my chem lab at school. It’s giving me a sharp pain over my right eye.
Oh! I get to watch looney tunes.
Only 47 minutes into Looney Tunes and I already feel the urge to go back to sleep.
Oh Tom and Jerry! Time to go back to sleep!
(Pause in live blogging.)
I woke up four hours later.
Day sixty-six, complete.
“Corban, you know how to stop this right? …Corban?” -Ruby Rod on defusing the bomb.
Today is the math test.
That is all.
Day sixty-five, complete.
This right here is me in my math class. Chris Tucker (Ruby Rod) is me.
I had a lot to talk about. I have also lost the will to talk about all of it. Can spring break start now? And even then I’ll probably have one or two papers due over the break. I have a project I haven’t even BEGUN to work on. Fortunately, this will be the fourth time I go over said topic.
Anyway, Day sixty-four, complete.
I was asked recently if my troubles with math were due to a block? Meaning, since I never have actually been good at math, did I just give up and say “no.” Despite my vine posts, which frequently display me following my math notes with: no, I have not given up.
I learned last night in class that there is a reason I do not follow the math lessons. My professor teaches AT me. I am an interpersonal learner, which means that I need conversation. I know when I fully grasp a concept when I can then talk that concept over with someone else and get them to understand. So when my teacher stands up in the front of the room and begins to read and talk and pretty much prattle on as if I’m supposed to give a damn; I make vines which feature my notes and then follow them with: no. What then happens is that while my classmates are talking to me and hoping that I can explain the concept to them, my mind is doing this:
Because, well, refer to the previous gif.
Right now I am supposed to be typing a paper. The paper is short, merely three to five pages. But I’m cold so I may just read the topic again. This evening I’ll get another topic. I have two hours till I spend an hour in a classroom trying to warm up.
This should amuse and excite (skiescockback) Al.
I have re-discovered Linkin Park. It has made me write again.
Day Sixty-three, complete.