Procrastination from Revision (that would make an awesome song title)

Whenever I open my textbook it feels like the pages emit a blazing spray of hot flames on my face that I have to immediately shut the book and go back to psyching myself to opening my textbook again.

It's a slow and painful cycle.

Creation (and my beliefs of how I was made)

Serious stuff.

Masks (are cool)

It saddens me when it seems like the era of masks is slowly vanishing. They've contributed to some major things in history like studies of deindividuation (although I think they used paper bags with two holes in them) and brought Romeo and Juliet together (... though the ending of that one seemed more bitter than sweet)

I don't like this.

We're all going to die someday. So what the fuck are we all doing right now? Sitting down or reading or watching television; these repetitive tasks that will soon be useless and leave no trace because when we die the whole universe doesn't just stop. It keeps going as it did when other people died and we have no clue who the hell they were because they probably spent most of their lives watching television or sitting down like we are right now.

So go out, breathe some fresh air and do something new (no criminal activities are hinted or condoned) that could possibly impact your life.

All this free time with nothing to do makes me think. Often thinking leads to depression.

Average (a colossal shadow of doom glowering down)

I hate getting average grades... I mean, I guess you look at a report and you either frown and vow to do better or smile because of its amazingness... but... what about the middle? I can't really complain because a lot of people would slap me in the face but I hate being average. Maybe I should do a half smile and vow to do better.

No Motivation (A complaint)

I dislike these different courses I seem to be travelling through, in the beginning of this school year I was incredibly motivated to do well but as the time went the motivation started to slowly slip away. I have constant work I need to do but ... I don't feel the same push anymore.

Like in an enzyme reaction, there's not much molecular collision that could do any breakdown of large molecules... yeah, I'm emitting large molecules that aren't being broken down and the large molecules are starting to suffocate me slowly...

Wait, that's not what I meant.

Unpermitted Conch Blowing (A reason for loving museums)