(This retroactive journal entry is an attempt to immortalize my written entries by transposing them from a notebook to this blog.)
Wow, I haven't written in 8 days. I wish I could do a lot of
things in my life but I get so lazy! I'd love to partipate in
Youth Court but I still have those papers to fill out. Never mind,
I just checked and it seems that I turned it in already! (I hope!) Well, I still
have the Big Brothers, Big Sisters application to turn in, though.
Why haven't I written my journal in 8 days, you ask? I keep being
preoccupied with games, internet surfing, or anything that's fun.
Sheesh, I have so much to write about yet I have a huge habit of putting
things off so much.
Friday, November 29, 2002
Thursday, November 21, 2002
H.S. Senior Journal 3 (Retro Personal Entry)
(This retroactive journal entry is an attempt to immortalize my written entries by transposing them from a notebook to this blog.)
I think I will start a NEW DAY's journal in this format except that
the date will be first and the clock time should be second.
Yes, always with a space between 2 days' entries.
Now, where was I? Ok, I wish for God to send my spirit back
in time to August 15, 1994 into my 9-year-old body so
I could achieve anything that I may have missed. So
what if I don't drive back then? I will have enough fun
as it is. I would ace virtually everything, including the
county Spelling Bee. Wow, I would be on those sports teams
and be more involved in a lot of things, including church and
camps. Also, on those math tests (which were like CAT tests),
I would get virtually all of the problems right, so
to a next level contest, ace THAT and... well, who
knows where else but I would be in much higher math
classes, that's for sure. When I move to PA in
that October of 1995, I'd hopefully get a paperboy job to pay
for Cable TV and explore the neighborhood on my rollerblades
meeting some new friends. As soon as I start school,
Christine Foley would still be cute and my 17-year-old's
street smarts should let me make friends a lot more
easily. (Don't forget about my hair -- I should ask any high
schooler in my area what type of hairstyle would look
the cutest to girls my age.) I won't repeat the same
mistake with Shaun Brooker as I have in my first past.
When I was in the library one day with the class, I walked
past Shaun and somehow, without knowing, I bumped Shaun's
chair and his neck was pushed to the edge of the table and
choked him. The rivalry started with his words, "You'd better not touch me."
Well, that shouldn't happen after the spirit time travel.
Also, with the aceing of everything, and being inducted into Miss Brodbeck's gifted program,
I should quickly win Christine Foley's heart.
I think I will start a NEW DAY's journal in this format except that
the date will be first and the clock time should be second.
Yes, always with a space between 2 days' entries.
Now, where was I? Ok, I wish for God to send my spirit back
in time to August 15, 1994 into my 9-year-old body so
I could achieve anything that I may have missed. So
what if I don't drive back then? I will have enough fun
as it is. I would ace virtually everything, including the
county Spelling Bee. Wow, I would be on those sports teams
and be more involved in a lot of things, including church and
camps. Also, on those math tests (which were like CAT tests),
I would get virtually all of the problems right, so
to a next level contest, ace THAT and... well, who
knows where else but I would be in much higher math
classes, that's for sure. When I move to PA in
that October of 1995, I'd hopefully get a paperboy job to pay
for Cable TV and explore the neighborhood on my rollerblades
meeting some new friends. As soon as I start school,
Christine Foley would still be cute and my 17-year-old's
street smarts should let me make friends a lot more
easily. (Don't forget about my hair -- I should ask any high
schooler in my area what type of hairstyle would look
the cutest to girls my age.) I won't repeat the same
mistake with Shaun Brooker as I have in my first past.
When I was in the library one day with the class, I walked
past Shaun and somehow, without knowing, I bumped Shaun's
chair and his neck was pushed to the edge of the table and
choked him. The rivalry started with his words, "You'd better not touch me."
Well, that shouldn't happen after the spirit time travel.
Also, with the aceing of everything, and being inducted into Miss Brodbeck's gifted program,
I should quickly win Christine Foley's heart.
Wednesday, November 20, 2002
H.S. Senior Journal 2 (Retro Personal Entry)
(This retroactive journal entry is an attempt to immortalize my written entries by transposing them from a notebook to this blog.)
I forgot to tell you that I found out 2 days ago that gas
prices are now $1.25 per gallon. Before, it was $1.34,
$1.39, $1.47, $1.42, $1.39 again, $1.34, and now $1.25.
I haven't seen gas prices in the $1.20's in a LONG while.
When was the last time I've seen prices that low? What
were the prices when Casey's opened? Sheesh, I wish
I'd keep journals for as often as I possibly could.
I know that in the summer of 2000, gas was at $1.74
a gallon! Wow, in Kansas? You'd normally see those
prices in California! Why'd they raise them that high?
(continued from previous page)
There surely wasn't a 3rd oil embargo that year! I also remember
high gas prices in the summer of 2001. It was $1.60-ish and
still was when September 11th struck. I also check www.gaspricewatch.com
every day and today, the lowest price for gas is 97¢ in Indianapolis, IN.
I'm sure that so many people (vehicles) are waiting in line at that gas station
that it would take 1/2 an hour to get to the pump and fill up.
(10:58 PM) Wow, I have so many things to do but I tend to procrastinate
a whole lot. I have to finish reading the book, "The Acorn People"
by tomorrow. There is a PT II assignment that I will also have
to finish by tomorrow. On top of that, I also have an Algebra II
assignment due. Wow, that is too much yet I put off so much
until the last minute! I am a chronic daydreamer, (WORD REMOVED),
and procrastinator. I feel an increased sense of "urgency" at
10:45 PM, at least. Why are my priorities flipped? I want
to feel a sense of urgency on doing homework first
rather than playing games first. Even though some games
help me with real-life skills a little (Isketch- helps me draw better,)
and (Neopets - could be a very good play-money maker if I sell
Neoitems at the right prices; high enough to make
good profits yet low enough to lure a lot of customers.
This will stay fun since the Pet-rearing simulation
site will be virtually impossible to cheat in.) I should
still concentrate on my homework because they help me
more than the games. Despite that, my instinct wants
to always do something fun because homework is usually
"boring." Why does my instinct win most of the time?
Why can't my consciousness take over more often and
do what needs to be done? Procrastination is a beast
that slowly grows for each procrastinating action you
commit. As it grows, it needs more "food" to maintain
itself. The food is more procrastinating actions.
As it grows, it consumes you and with a greater size somebody
obviously consumes more so this procrastination
will slowly consume you faster and faster until
procrastinating has become so routine that you forget how it feels
to get anything with a deadline done early. Procrastinating
has made me ineligable for NHS, Tri-M, many scholarships, and college
classes for college and high school credit. It has also made me
feel low about myself.
I forgot to tell you that I found out 2 days ago that gas
prices are now $1.25 per gallon. Before, it was $1.34,
$1.39, $1.47, $1.42, $1.39 again, $1.34, and now $1.25.
I haven't seen gas prices in the $1.20's in a LONG while.
When was the last time I've seen prices that low? What
were the prices when Casey's opened? Sheesh, I wish
I'd keep journals for as often as I possibly could.
I know that in the summer of 2000, gas was at $1.74
a gallon! Wow, in Kansas? You'd normally see those
prices in California! Why'd they raise them that high?
(continued from previous page)
There surely wasn't a 3rd oil embargo that year! I also remember
high gas prices in the summer of 2001. It was $1.60-ish and
still was when September 11th struck. I also check www.gaspricewatch.com
every day and today, the lowest price for gas is 97¢ in Indianapolis, IN.
I'm sure that so many people (vehicles) are waiting in line at that gas station
that it would take 1/2 an hour to get to the pump and fill up.
(10:58 PM) Wow, I have so many things to do but I tend to procrastinate
a whole lot. I have to finish reading the book, "The Acorn People"
by tomorrow. There is a PT II assignment that I will also have
to finish by tomorrow. On top of that, I also have an Algebra II
assignment due. Wow, that is too much yet I put off so much
until the last minute! I am a chronic daydreamer, (WORD REMOVED),
and procrastinator. I feel an increased sense of "urgency" at
10:45 PM, at least. Why are my priorities flipped? I want
to feel a sense of urgency on doing homework first
rather than playing games first. Even though some games
help me with real-life skills a little (Isketch- helps me draw better,)
and (Neopets - could be a very good play-money maker if I sell
Neoitems at the right prices; high enough to make
good profits yet low enough to lure a lot of customers.
This will stay fun since the Pet-rearing simulation
site will be virtually impossible to cheat in.) I should
still concentrate on my homework because they help me
more than the games. Despite that, my instinct wants
to always do something fun because homework is usually
"boring." Why does my instinct win most of the time?
Why can't my consciousness take over more often and
do what needs to be done? Procrastination is a beast
that slowly grows for each procrastinating action you
commit. As it grows, it needs more "food" to maintain
itself. The food is more procrastinating actions.
As it grows, it consumes you and with a greater size somebody
obviously consumes more so this procrastination
will slowly consume you faster and faster until
procrastinating has become so routine that you forget how it feels
to get anything with a deadline done early. Procrastinating
has made me ineligable for NHS, Tri-M, many scholarships, and college
classes for college and high school credit. It has also made me
feel low about myself.
Monday, November 18, 2002
H.S. Senior Journal 1 (Retro Personal Entry)
(This retroactive journal entry is an attempt to immortalize my written entries by transposing them from a notebook to this blog.)
This is my first time in a long while that I have written a Journal w/o
it being a class assignment. When was the last time I did the
same thing? Possibly in 8th Grade. Currently, everything
(almost) is falling apart around me. The pipe from
the upstairs bathroom was dripping down to the kitchen.
I went upstairs to check the toilet and it was full
near the top. Despite getting a plunger to unclog
the toilet, the pipe still dripped. (10:07 PM) Yes, it dripped
louder than before, at least so it seems. It practically
was dripping a waterfall. Also, there are substances on
the wooden floor that sticks. They are very hard to
remove. Also dirt and other debris are starting to stick
onto the leather couch. To add more to the problem,
we don't even have a full-size vacuum cleaner
anymore. Mom believes that we can sweep
wooden floors with mops, brooms, or rags. First,
that takes longer than what a full-sized vacuum would
take, second, the black Dirt Devil Scorpion
hand vacuum that I got from the PX for $19.95
has a dust chamber so small, you'd have to clean
it out 5 minutes after start of usage. The
dust that results from emptying the chambers sometimes
goes to my nose and the sneeze gets very constant.
This is my first time in a long while that I have written a Journal w/o
it being a class assignment. When was the last time I did the
same thing? Possibly in 8th Grade. Currently, everything
(almost) is falling apart around me. The pipe from
the upstairs bathroom was dripping down to the kitchen.
I went upstairs to check the toilet and it was full
near the top. Despite getting a plunger to unclog
the toilet, the pipe still dripped. (10:07 PM) Yes, it dripped
louder than before, at least so it seems. It practically
was dripping a waterfall. Also, there are substances on
the wooden floor that sticks. They are very hard to
remove. Also dirt and other debris are starting to stick
onto the leather couch. To add more to the problem,
we don't even have a full-size vacuum cleaner
anymore. Mom believes that we can sweep
wooden floors with mops, brooms, or rags. First,
that takes longer than what a full-sized vacuum would
take, second, the black Dirt Devil Scorpion
hand vacuum that I got from the PX for $19.95
has a dust chamber so small, you'd have to clean
it out 5 minutes after start of usage. The
dust that results from emptying the chambers sometimes
goes to my nose and the sneeze gets very constant.
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