Motivation.

In the grand scheme of things, and things that piss me off, the past few days have been very mild. Therefor I think I will have to recycle something the I wrote a few weeks ago; rewriting it into a shining jem of a piece. Or, at the very least, something that people will not read and then mock for being a terrible piece of shite.

So this piece of revised writing is about my lack of motivation. It is really amazing how unmotivated I am sometimes. Like in this blog. I’ve gone days without writing! Apparently, I’ve decided that I have better things to do than write. Which is probably why everything I try to write end up dying within it’s second chapter. You’d think that I would’ve given up by now. Hung up the old keyboard and called it a day. Most people would’ve by now. Why am I such an exception? Honestly, I have no idea.

I have an obnoxious persistence in writing that my mother really wishes I’d show elsewhere, like cleaning my room. Actually, I have obnoxious persistence in a lot of things that my mother would much apply to keeping a clean living area. “You can memorize the lyrics to every Nine Inch Nails song ever written,” she grumbles, “but you can’t keep your room clean.

You should all check out Nine Inch Nails, by the way, if you haven’t. They’re fantastic. But I’ve digressed.

None of this making fun is to say that I don’t love my mother. Because I do. I love my mom more than anything in the freaking world, because she’s a really amazing woman. But what I am trying to say is that I am a terribly unmotivated individual. I am a straight A student(save for one B+ in Spanish) and yet I have to make up 1003.2 excuses for why I don’t have my homework, or why I couldn’t be assed to come to school on a particular day.

I mean, really. Sometimes I amaze myself. My room is never clean, my clothes are never folded, everything is out of order. It’s a damn miracle I can put my shoes on the right feet.

And now, to close this lovely tidbit of writing in the most appropriate way possible… I have some really overdue homework that I need to get a move on.

April 3, 2007. life, school. 1 comment.