So... for some reason, blogger is converting my text to Arabic or Hebrew or something...not sure how that happened. I'm just going to type like normal and assume it'll work itself out. Or maybe you lovely readers with learn Arabic or Hebrew or something.
When I started this blog I said, "I'm going to write at least one blog a day! Yay me! woohoo! Motivation and shit." WRONG. I've slacked off amazingly bad. Once the play started, I was done writing everyday. My motivational well have dried up. Much like the wells containing motivation to lose weight, learn guitar, get along with my family, keep a not-psychotic boyfriend, and learn to sing and dance.
Wow. I'm a slacker. I have so many things I want to accomplish, but no motivation to accomplish them. I'm a lazy fat-ass stuck in this horrible slump at the age of twenty. I should be shot for my unproductiveness. I should be outside, running ninty miles, while playing the harpsichord, painting a masterpiece, writing an epic, and beating sudoku all at the same time. And then have time afterward to play leading lady next to Johnny Depp and sip a latte. Now THAT'S a fun time. But no. I'm sitting here, doing nothing. Abso-freakin'-lutely nothing. I'm so tired of nothing. I'm really hoping once I move I'll get so motivated by constantly being alone that I'll get off my fat ass and go do something. Though not a play. I'm done with plays. This last one nearly killed me. Bible, it did.
I'm ready to not be sick anymore so I can go jog a marathon or something. Or at least be able to climb up the stairs without falling over. That'd be GREAT.
Enough rambling. Time for a lazy bitch nap.
AJ
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