Motivation

The flavor of this week seems to be motivation. In varying levels, ranging from nonexistent to functioning. At the moment I am listening to Harvey Danger, Flagpole Sitta. It really is just a great song that came on the radio and made me happy.

Currently, my motivation is at an all time low, my priorities are mixed up and confused, and I have no clear direction. Although this is how I normally feel, it is just a bit too much to handle. I can;t focus on the small goals, and I'm not getting anything done. I can't coast through a bad day, because every 5 seconds is a reminder that I live in a dump. The internet fails every minute or so, the showers are shut down daily whenever I need them- particularly when I really have to go the bathroom really quick and that stupid sign is hanging there, because it takes people upwards of 3 hours to clean the bathroom. It is just too much to put up with some times, and the fact remains that I don't have a definite living situation next year, which certain people don't care about changing all that much. I just need a break, but there is no break in the near future. Which means I just need to get the BEEP over it, but I'm having a problem with that. I wanted to go to the gym to relax today, but as I went to get dressed I realized I left my shoes at home, so I actually went and bought more, because I really need to use the gym to calm down. Overall this week just seems to emanate fail, and I am less than pleased about it. Hopefully next time I will actually have something to say, rather than this rubbish I am about to publish.

SAD FACE.
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