POST 332.

I'm going to take a break and blog. Before my mind blows.

It's currently 9:54 pm and I can tell I'm pretty much screwed tomorrow. Despite the insanely fast speed I'm I was working at, I don't think I can get it done. It referring to my personal project draft 1 which is due tomorrow. So much for my elation when I thought I got away with buying 3 more days to get it done. Great.

I've done my cover page, introduction, bibliography, contents page, description of process and half of my analysis. Still, I have a long way to go and I don't think my dad is going to approve of me staying till 1 am tonight to get as much of it done, especially when my brother's probably going to take advantage of that opportunity to stay up later on Skype. And, if you were about to say, "Tell your dad you ain't finish with your written statemtnt", that's basically suicide.

First off, he has absolutely no idea that I'm literally, rushing my personal project written statement because it's way pass the deadline. Secondly, I lied when he asked about my progress. I said, "I'm doing great, dad." In reality, it's screwed up. And thirdly, if he finds out about both of what I mentioned above, I'm basically grounded. Or worse.

Looking back at my written statement, I actually did pretty well, for an hour and a half. Then the next hour I'm probably going to be moving, s l o w. Of course I could've done a much better one if I had the time, (or didn't procrastinate) but what can I say. Guess it's just in me now, and it's going to be hard to get it out. 

I wish the nerdy side of me would come back. I remember how I used to have a perfect homework record back in elementary school. I remember how I always finished my homework before the deadline. I remember how I used to get my homework done immediately I reach home. I also, remember how nerdishly hardworking I was that I spent hours slaving over it till I fell asleep on the table. If only that nerdy part of me would come back. 

As I age by a year each year, my life only gets more and more screwed up. I miss being 1 when I burnt my thumb while playing with sparklers. I miss being 5 when the worst thing that could happen was me falling off the bicycle. I miss being 7 when the thing I feared the most was leaving home and going to school. I miss being 12 when it was the first time I began to fall in love with shopping. I miss being 14 when all I did in SSIS was goof around and have fun in history class. 

But guess what, that's the past. Time to face reality.

I hate being fifteen.