I have no idea how to start with my physics because I did one and then got incredibly helplessly stuck on the next one and the internet isn’t helping at all which actually shouldn’t be that surprising, but oh god I’m panicking because of all the stuff I have to do that, in my stupidity (or fear of failure) have not yet started to do.
I have a physics free-response Wednesday, on a unit that I forgot about over the winter break. Damn tests that span two semesters and a holiday. Makes me forget everything.
I want to squeal right now because I just indulged in a little treat of ship drabble. Yeah. About my HP OTP. I have to resist the urge to make that fangirl whistle/scream sound because my mother and sister are both right here and I have to pretend I’m not just fangirling while pretending to be productive.
Why even are they called “torques”? It’s such an ugly word. It sounds like the middle name of an alien from a planet that’s a hundred light years away. Also, how even would the lower hinges bear all the weight of a door? That’s impossible.
How even could a board be MASSLESS. It wouldn’t be difficult to mass a freaking board and just add it to the weight of the person in the problem. Dear God.
At least my background music is A+. YouTube vaporwave mix, Remember summer days.
At least today I mostly got an inkling of what the first twelve chapters of The Grapes of Wrath are about. It was boring. It was written so well and so beautifully, but the story is just……so unappealing to me. It’s about as bad as The Customs-House portion of The Scarlet Letter.
I also tried to write poetry. Wrote a poem yesterday, but couldn’t find it in me to write one today. Ugh.
Is it bad that I kind of want to die all the time? Like, dying is my Plan B to everything. It’s absurd.
Stop it. You have so much stuff to do already without the added burden of existential crises and bad grades to think about. Get into a good college, then you can seek therapy, mkay?