I haven't exactly been satisfied by the way that i feel like i'm living - feeling like i'm not able to do things i want to, but also not being able to finish the things that i have to do either. It's not a new feeling, and i'm not inexperienced in this regard, but all i can do is to try and experiment to see what works better and what doesn't work. I keep thinking that i'll get my life together, so i've ben setting alarms for the things that i need to do - the classwork that's supposed to be done every day (autobiography, reflective journaling, and self-awareness workbook), and have an alarm for dinner, and to sit and write my blog posts on Tuesdays. But even when i keep up with this work, i think i forget that i have other things that i want to do - like the homework that i have for specific days, tests, assignments, taking walks in he morning, reading books, and all the other little things to do. I feel like i don't really have enough time in ...
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I wasn't able to figure out what i wanted to write about ,so i'm just gonna write about my day. The morning wasn't great - i woke up before 9, and even though i told myself yesterday that i would get out of bed and eat breakfast today, i didn't (let's not even act surprised). I stayed in bed and daydreamed. Then i got out of bed to brush my teeth and got back in again and read webtoons. I finished the 5th chapter of Intentional Interviewing And Counseling (Ivey, Ivey, & Zalaquett). I finally made it to the dining table at 11, and had lunch, my first food of the day, at 12. i went to Ratandeep before lunch, and i got myself a bunch of fruits, which i'm hoping will all be gone by the time of my next post. I had lady's finger and roti. I actually paid attention to my food today, not that my thoughts weren't drifting constantly, but a small win is still a win. After that, i continued to read Ivey, Ivey, and Zalaquett for class. I finished chapters 6 an...
Saw this little today, and i was reminded of this time when i was around 16, and a caterpillar fell down my shirt when i was walking in the evening. It was one of those furry ones that make you itch when you touch them, so a little while later, i had to run home cause i was 10 seconds from sticking my hand down my shirt in public so i could itch myself raw. I don't know exactly why, but i believe i was fully aware that i was itchy because of a bug, and also that that bug might still be on my body (i was right, it was). I immediately hopped in the shower, hysterical with laughter, and tried really hard not to itch myself till i bled, not particularly successfully, and by the time i came out, the culprit was crawling out of the bottoms of my pants. Somehow, the little critter had managed to survive the fall into my bra, and even to fall down that waistband and into the pair of jeans that my shirt was tucked into, walking right out the other end with what looked like absolutely no da...