I just can’t get myself to work on things before they’re due. I don’t know why, but I can’t.
I’m so frustrated because I know that it’d be less stressful to just get things done, but my body won’t move towards productivity.
I feel trapped in my mind screaming to get work done, but it’s to no avail. The rush I get, watching the minutes tick by, is too great.
I am an addict. Pressure is my drug. I feel alive racing against the clock. Sprinting with beads of sweat trickling down my forehead, I am alive. I pull out all the stops and I succeed.
My success enables me. I can’t quit because it works. It feels good and the results support it.
Such is life.
Anonymous: I just wanted to say that you're awesome :)
You’re more awesome. :D
New Zealand is a rad country.
I have 2 more days of this Asian American class, and what I learn about America continues to astound me.
- I’ve gotten a really great list of places to move when I get older. - It’s also really interesting to understand why some people have certain racial preferences and how those are derivatives of history. (Rice / Potato queens in particular) - Not all Asian groups share such a heavy burden in terms of socio-economics (China *cough*) - THE JAPANESE ARE DECLINING. SAVE THEM. - Ugh. White people. (Sorry white people, but ya know…) -We’re still running immigration laws from the 60’s. - Hawaii was butt raped by America. >.> - I still don’t know enough about the history of my own culture. Why are we a footnote in history?