I’m really starting to wonder what motivates me to do certain things. Why would I ever help people lie? Why would I even suggest it? Why do I have a hard time maintaining deadlines? Why is it I get so bored on sundays?
These questions will remained unanswered. I don’t think I want to know the answer. I know NASCAR and Football is not the cure. I know homework isn’t the cure. Perhaps I will go disco on the Dance Dance Revolution machine after I pick my sister up from softball.
I am not upset or angry, but I’m knocking my mood only because I am extremely bored, and yet refuse to do anything about it. I blaim lack of sleep. I blaim lack of brain power. I blaim uh… school… yeah school…. 🙂
Perhaps I will go nap…