January 18, 2019 in Letters to my Friend

  • Jan. 18, 2019, 11:51 p.m.
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Dear Friend,

I haven’t been using Prosebox lately. I guess since school gives me a rhythm of things so I don’t need to self motivate.

My supervisor saw my to-do list and made a scene of out it! She remarked that I WAS SO ORGANIZED! AND I SAID THE ROSARY EVERY DAY. Yeah, I try. And I have to-do lists to keep myself motivated.

Fixed Daily
-The rosary
-30 minutes exercise
-20 minutes vocal exercise, conditions permitting.

One after another
-20 minutes law PS/ or anything involving applying to law school.
-20 minutes nature essay
-20 minutes for techne paper
-20 minutes blogging about NYC
-35 minutes LSAT
-20 minutes for book review
-1 hour prepping for class, especially the readings, and the Logic exercise. 46’53’’ LEFT
-20 minutes applying for some conference, seminar, or fellowship/ or responding to email. This is a flexible slot.
-20 minutes divided: 10 minutes for spiritual reading, and 10 minutes for language learning (Latin, French, German)
-20 minutes for Wendy Belcher/ or the Writing for Conference book/.
-20 minutes for metaphysics paper/presentation
-20 minutes for providence paper/presentation
-20 minutes for the Logic paper/presentation

My bike got stolen. This is the second time, and this new one I’ve had for less than a month.

I got so much work to do, sometimes I forget things. I forgot my bike outside last night. I think– well what can I do? I cooked and I managed to do some work. What can I do?

I need to prioritize arms exercise. My arms are so gross.

My toilet overflowed this morning too. The plumber tried to be nice and said it was probably all those construction and pipes. But it was me. I mean, I’ve been eating normal, but I guess all the school stress? But I clogged the toilet.

I think I must use prosebox, especially for the weekend. I need to self-motivate. Otherwise I don’t know what the simple next step I should take is. Ok now. I just changed into clothes so I could go skip rope later. I HAVE TO BE STRICT WITH MYSELF ABOUT EXERCISING. Yes I like running best, but there’s no best time. Actually, Saturday morning is the best time. If I want I could go on Saturday and Sunday morning. Other than that, can’t run at night because I’m tired and it’s dark. Can’t run in the morning because the construction workers are working. Can’t run in the gym because I don’t want to run into people I know. So yeah. But I’m feeling so grossed I can’t put it off anymore. I need to arm exercise for 30 minutes every day, and at least skip rope or run. If I don’t run, I should do about 300 skips.

Okay, now I’m sitting down with my laptop. Let me just finish the LSAT review for now. Why is the time going so slow with this LSAT review?

Today is really just a bad day. My bike got stolen. My toilet overflowed. I lost time I could have spent working. I didn’t make it to the colloquium and afternoon library work. And I have to buy a new bike tomorrow. TIME! And I feel fat and gross.

It’s just a bad day. It’s just bad feelings. Yes the consequences carry over to the next day, but it’ll be fine. Just a bad day. Don’t want to do anything. But I should. Okay, I’ve been eating artichokes and watching Friends. NOW I AM OFF TO WORK. FIRST, PUT THE ARTICHOKES AWAY. SECOND, VISIT THE BATHROOM. THIRD, REARRANGE MY TABLE. FORTH, START WORKING ON SOMETHING BECAUSE I REALLY LOVE WORKING! DONE.0O

I still want to keep working! I really do! But I have to go skip rope. And then wash my face with olive oil. How about just 20 more minutes? Or 30?

Oh great, I just discovered that I totally forgot about adding another class to my schedule. How dumb can I be? I need to:
-Turn in the paperwork to sign up for another class
-Get a new bike
-Grocery shopping

This is just a bad day, that’s all. It’ll turn around. It’ll be fine.

I just want to work some more, instead of going to bed. I should spend more time on the book review and the metaphysics paper, I know.

Oh well.

Love,
Your fangirl.


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