Letter to Myself Continued

It's a beautiful day outside yet I'm held in captivity. Being at school is beginning to feel like prison, which makes me doubt my ability to complete college. I've been feeling fairly insightful today, which is usually not a good thing. I wish I could come to a decision on what I want to do with my life. Or even what I'm going to do in the near future. Actually, it would be really nice if I never had to make a single decision on my own. I think I would be comfortable with somebody else making decisions for me. I would surely complain, but I would be partially content. It would be completely impossible for me to ever be 100% happy.

Next post will be exciting. Well, probably not. Just less personal.


No picture.

Letter to Myself

STOP DRAGGING YOUR FEET AND GO TO COLLEGE.


THE END.

Letter to Trig

I reviewed my current grades a few nights ago on Family Access. I was not surprised to discover that I am failing Trig. Normally I would be like "okay, new personal challenge: pass Trig." At the moment, I'm doubting my ability to pass any math class. I've never been HORRIBLE at math, but I've never been gifted either. For some ungodly reason, the principles of Trigonometry baffle me. They really shouldn't. Had I taken Trig last year, I would not be concerned enough to express my thoughts on the subject via blogger. I would choose to just fail it, or try extra super hard to pass. Right now, I'm not really feeling up to the challenge of success. I'll cross that bridge when I come to it. <---A universal phrase that I have been using to describe almost every challenge in my life as of late.

I'll add Trigonometry to the list of things that I really don't care about at this point in time.

Letter to ____________

I feel that a post consisting solely of pictures is necessary once and a while.

Some of my favorite things (to be continued):

Letter to Jellyfish

Whenever I can't think of anything to post about off the top of my head, I usually end up writing about a random animal or thing that fascinates me. Lately, I have spent a great deal of time watching Planet Earth. Today, as I went to bing.com to find an image to post, I noticed that the homepage was covered with pictures of jellyfish. So, I did five minutes worth of research, and discovered some interesting things. Not only do jellyfish look transparent and colorful, they are bizarre creatures. If I were actually intelligent or motivated enough, I would definitely look into an animal-related career. However, I could never picture myself doing that, so I'll let it drop right there.

I think I would enjoy being a jellyfish. Or a polar bear. Whichever.

Letter to my headache

I have composed a list of adjectives that describe my current headache:

1. THROBBING
2. HEADACHEY
3. INTENSE
4. PAINFUL
5. HORRENDOUS
6. EXCRUCIATING
7. AGONIZING
8. PIERCING
9. SEVERE
10. TORMENTING










(no more lists for a while).

Letter to Tuesday

The previous post inspired a whole new entry about my hatred of Tuesdays.

Tuesday is the absolute worst of the seven days. I have composed a list of reasons:

1. I have to work almost every Tuesday
2. It's the second day of the school week; not even halfway through.
3. It's a stupid name for a day
4. I always have homework
5. I never get sleep
6. The day drags because I walk into it as a pessimist
7. Ms. Freed makes us do work seventh period on Tuesdays
8. The weekend is FOUR DAYS AWAY
9. I always have a bunch of stuff to do
10. Tara skips Tuesdays


I can't even provide a visual for today. No pictures for this post. None of the visuals in my head for Tuesdays would make for a suitable image. I can't even remember if days of the week are to be capitalized.