Quarter 4- Journal 4: Venting

Is such a good device. I feel so much better after my last journal post. But I really do hope that something comes along. At least all of this complaining is actually accomplishing something. I just can't type the TOK essay anymore. Maybe I should move onto chem then, after I'm done with this. I don't really want to do that either. But I need to knock out a few more paragraphs of TOK, and I need to finish that chem packet. Unfortunately both are due Tuesday, so I can't just focus on one and then move onto the other. And I always also tell myself that the day after the world is due, for instance this tuesday, everything will get better. But it never does. Something else ALWAYS comes along. It doesn't even just come in waves anymore, it's just a constant attack of death, and it's driving me nuts. I can't take it anymore. I need to stop falling asleep while I read The Stranger and waste two hours. I need to stop saving all the homework that I have for Sunday, even though this weekend I got bio and history done before Saturday at noon. I also need to start studying for my IB Chemistry IB examination, because I need at least a 5 on that, and I refuse to get anything lower. Oh, and my SATs are next month, right around the same time. SWEET. I just don't know how to effectively manage time anymore because FACEBOOK KILLS ME. BLAH. I was thinking about deleting it, but that's too extreme. I'll just text Miranda to change the password again. Goodnight TOK journals.