Blarg.
“Blarg.” My quote of the day. A quote spawned from a mixture of boredom, procrastination, and general unhappiness. For today was not a good day, but it could have been much worse.
It did not even begin like normal weekend days (my school district had today off even though it’s a Monday because of a Jewish holiday), for I dragged myself out of bed at 7:15, three hours earlier than I might have on Saturday. I had originally looked forward to a laid-back, lazy, easy day, but alas, my hopes were dashed when my dad announced the bane of tired teenagers: an SSV. SSV, or super stupid vacation, is an acronym that strikes fear in the hearts of many. This particular time, my brother and I were to be carted away to the Capitol Museum to “view” the Declaration of Independence. I was spared as my dad was unable to get away from work and other odd errands he had to do and could not take us.
The period of rejoicing was short-lived. The Project (so horrible it must be capitalized) had been assigned in health class a week ago. I had left it undone until now. And my procrastination came back to bite me in the ass, as it always does. (Moral of this, young children, do your work after it is assigned, rather than before it is due.)
I slaved and struggled over a hot keyboard, my poor fingers growing numb with exhaustion. My keycount rose another 100,000 keystrokes, both from talking to friends on AIM and from working on the Project. And at 6:14 Pacific Standard Time, the ordeal was finally over. I had completed, and vanquished, the Project.
Now I see how much of an overachiever I really am. Everyone else will bring tiny diagrams on sheets of computer paper, while I broke out the 22″ x 28″ piece of foamboard and crammed it with a nice picture of a molecule and lots of text and facts. It took as many staples as it did hours. (About fifty.) No, perhaps I only worked for a total of two or three hours, since I was distracted by AIM and Brettia. And then it was the Project, which fights the doer, not wanting to be finished.
With the project out of the way I set out to do the rest of my homework, which was not much. Leave it to Mr. LaBelle to assign a project on a three-day weekend when I have virtually no other homework. Damn him.
The thing is, he assigned it long ago, and I was too stupid to start until Sunday night. Damn me. Sometimes I really hate my ways. Procrastination, eating, inactivity, arrogance. I didn’t always procrastinate, either. I used to be a good little boy, but then I met the friends I have now and they changed me. Or at least I try to blame it on them. It’s really Brettia that took away so much of time, since I was always either coding it or modding it or writing it. I used to get home, do my homework at 4:00, and read or go to a friend’s house. Now I get home, surf the Internet, post, and blog until 6:00, do some homework while posting and blogging after 6:00, and finish my homework with minutes to spare before I go to bed. I’ve become a bad kid.
Not only that, but I’m a bad, fat, nerdy, lazy, arrogant kid. I eat too much, and cannot help it. (My parents always told me to eat everything on my plate, so, being the obedient idiot, I did.)
I’m a nerd/geek, and I’ll admit it. Who cares, anyway? I could do other things, but I don’t. Nothing else better has come. And you must admit, the geeks always end up on top in the world, and then all the jocks and populars that used to mock them are forced to admire them. The Internet is a fine example. Geeks invented it, and then everyone else found it convenient and made the geeks rich. So it’s not all bad.
Lazy is probably the wrong word for me. I work hard, too hard, most of the time, I just never do anything else. So perhaps workaholic is more fitting. I need to get out more. Habits come easily, but never leave.
Arrogant? Brett, arrogant? But he’s the quiet smart kid! How is he arrogant? Perhaps my mind magnifies my faults, perhaps it lessens them, but I have an acute perception of when I have done something wrong, and I always remember the act. I remember several times when I acted arrogant, selfish, etc., but I guess no one is perfect. I’m probably better than most at keeping the worse part of me at bay.
Blarg. Again that phrase comes up. It doesn’t mean anything, except that I have nothing better to say. And I don’t.