It Is All a Matter of Time

I've realized recently how indecisive a person I am. And that once I do decide, I hate my decision-- no matter how set I was that it would work out. This, however, is of little importance because true happiness does not exist.

I have had three unproductive days in a row. Wednesday night my phone rang 27 times and I was on the phone till 2 in the morning. I only got my math test corrections done with the hopes that I can raise my grade in that class even the slightest so that I may have a B. Yesterday, I stayed after school with a group of my friends and my boyfriend ( a new addition-- quite a surprise to even myself and to my indecisive side) to work on a project we have due on Tuesday. What ended up happening was we walked to Kroger, bought Ramen, came back to the school, sat in my friend's mom's classroom and read magazines and had drawing contests. Then Zach(my boyfriend) and I went to the student produced One Acts. I got home around 9:3o cause I got a ride home from Sam and she had to take her boyfriend home first. I then talked on the phone till about 1 and didn't get any of my homework done. Lastly, today, I got nothing done in school, was let out of Fourth block to join in the funeral march of our football team as they boarded the buses to be crushed in the play-off game tonight. I then tried to go to Philosophy Club, found out it was cancelled and loitered on the lawn of my school with Hannah, Matt, Zach and a bunch of Matt and Zach's friends that I don't know.

Unproductive, yet satisfying.

All this unproductiveness has led me to spend more time thinking, leading the addition of my Philosophy book. My mom got me this very nice, leather-bound journal for my birthday. Because it looked so.... philosophical, I decided to record all of my thoughts on philosophy in this journal. Waste of paper? Why that is only a matter of opinion or time, but really just time.

Lesson of the Day: Loitering at school causes you to doubt your decisions and your human existence.