Perpetually Distracted

yay for technology

talking to my old skating coach on facebook ^__^

jack of all trades, master of none

Seeing all those kids at the rink today, serious and training for nationals, kinda made me wonder… about what would’ve happened if skating weren’t always clearly and forever behind school, priority-wise, if I hadn’t stopped competing last year… 

It also made me want to compete again. Or perform, or something. I kinda miss the excitement of competition, getting really nervous right before, having the entire rink to myself when it’s finally my turn… 

I thought I’d have more time during this “relaxing second semester senior period” to practice… so much for that. Twice a week at best isn’t the greatest training schedule for serious competition. (Although, it’s not all school’s fault - I did take on two new activities… shhh) But I think doing a lighter, artistic-y program would be fun too?! 

Darn. I lost my train of thought. 

Well, maybe that’s the problem, in general. I try to do too many things, have too many things running through my head, and lose focus - can’t figure out which one’s the most important. 

The title of this post is a phrase that has started an Occupy Brain movement recently…

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I am a productive child.

Go to Khan academy to watch physics videos…

Afterwards, get distracted doing a “pre-algebra challenge” of practice problems…

Time to play word games DO PHYSICS WORKSHEET SO I DON’T FAIL ON FRIDAY

piano <3

Haven’t sat down to play for more than an hour for a long time. It was very nice ^___^

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Adventures away from la-la land

I am awake.

This is what I thought of when I woke up this morning.

It’s strange, really. Because the past few days, it’s been a little difficult getting out of bed in the morning. Five more minutes, I always want to say. But not today. Buzz went my phone, and off the bed I jumped.

What’s even more strange, at least to me, is that I should have been feeling more tired than I ever have felt. I had gotten home from school extremely late, and had spent much of the night, as well as a good part of this morning, doing homework. In fact, it’s 3:15pm right now, and twelve hours ago I was still about fifteen or twenty minutes from jumping onto my bed. (After a while, the minutes seem to blend together really quickly).

I don’t think I’ve ever slept this late – at least, not doing homework. (That wonderful night of crazy, late-night biking and running around of the summer was quite different.) Before finally going to sleep, I thought I’d be completely dead at school, wandering like a zombie.

Quite the opposite.

I suppose this is what it feels like to be so tired you are awake. Perhaps “awake” isn’t quite the correct term. I’m not sure what the correct term would be.

I was very easily excitable. And happy. I went to sleep after 3! I joyfully announced. It was so easy to laugh. Every little thing seemed far more humorous that it probably was. Apparently my hand-eye coordination wasn’t too great (sorry, Shravya >.<)

I’m not really sure how I got through the serious classes.

On a pretty unrelated note, playing with play-doh in stats was fun.

On the way home, I wondered if this is what it feels like to be high. Feeling aware, but probably pretty out of it. Or maybe more like drunk, thinking of the hand-eye coordination thing. High might be more like hanging a tea bag in my hair ;) (like a certain someone cough cough xD)

On the plus side, I didn’t fall off my bike!

I don’t think I am completely back to normal yet. I thought I’d be able to make a more coherent story, but I think the way I’m going is closer to Kurt Vonnegut’s confusing mass of a story.

I think the sleepless high is wearing off now. I’m going to take a nap once I finish this.

This is taking longer than I thought it would probably because I keep stopping to check facebook or clip my nails. (They’re getting really long.)

ANYWAY

I thought I had a point, but apparently I’ve forgotten it.

I have learned that it is strange to go to sleep so many hours into the morning, and I prefer it when it is three hours before the next morning starts. I think I am getting progressively less logical in my thought process, if the blobs of nothing in my head can be called thoughts. Before I go to sleep on my bed, here is a picture of what happens to my stats homework when I try to do it after 3 in the morning, running on a cup of coffee (that made me really jittery and unable to fall asleep once I finally did finish homework…)