"Oh boy! 3 A.M.!"

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Well, I turned this in on time today. That's a win.

This has been one of the easiest weeks of the year. I don't know how it happened, but it seemed really relaxed.

Actually I do know why. It's the end of the semester. Good riddance.

I needed a good weekend, these last nine weeks have been painful. Very painful. A spike in difficulty from middle school. It's so difficult that I'm not questioning how I'm writing this with only two brain cells. I guess it makes me more like patrick in that sense.

That's also good because I think a lot less now. I've lost all reason to think. I also feel like this kind of forced me to be more organized. I feel like this is because all the work I have is a lot shorter, but more dense. It's just easier to manage.

Now since we have a three day weekend, I will thoroughly enjoy not thinking until 3 A.M. for an extra day. I will admit, staying up in a half asleep state is one of the better simple pleasures of life.

"I may be stupid, but I'm also dumb."

duuuuuhhhhhhhhhhh

Well, I'm an idiot.

I mean, everyone already knew that, but I am exceptionally idiotic today. The grading period is closing this week, and my brain is currently not functioning. First, I spent around five hours writing a paper that was due on Friday (only to realize it's due next week) and I had to take the PSAT earlier this week, so I'm still pretty tired from that. I think the good thing about this is that now since I used up all my brain power, I can't think too well, which is good, but also bad because I don't have too much time to do things because I was too disorganized. 

I've been trying to find time to read "How to Make Friends and Influence People" but I haven't had too much luck so far. 

My current stats read as follows:

Time management: ---

Organization: ----

Amount of thinking: -

Well, good luck to everyone surviving the last week.

"Roses are blue, violets are red, I have to use the bathroom."

The starfish creating an ingenious speech.

Good afternoon everyone. I'm sorry for being late, I was a bit preoccupied with a Model UN conference, and was unable to get home until seven at night today. 

Overall, it was a fun experience. I really don't like the FHSMUN conferences (which is the one I did this weekend) but you know, I thought I did pretty good this time around. I didn't win anything, but I sort of expected it at this point. But I feel this time that I really knew what I was doing, and that I could talk to people in a much more friendly way. So that's a win.

The one thing I really liked about this trip however, was the fact that I was able to watch high-definition Star Trek in my hotel room.

Now I'm going to sleep, it's been a long weekend.

"Dumb people are always blissfully unaware of how dumb they really are."

I would like to formally apologize for not putting enough Spongebob references in my blog posts, so without further ado, I'm ready.

This week was like trying to sell burgers to a bunch of anchovies. It started with a two day UN event where basically I didn't know what the barnacles was going on. At the end of the day, the only "sweet, sweet victory" I got was the satisfaction of getting through it, and sleep. The actual week was complete shrimp. Nothing really happened where I could really sing around a campfire about it. But as one note, I really got annoyed with uploading my homework. It was like trying to use technology to remove paint from a dollar, creating three things that won't work. I'll probably lose one of my good noodle stars because of that late grade.

I thought that high school would be more like an "I'm squidward, I'm squidward, I'm squidward squidward squidward" situation instead of a "what not to do at a stoplight" situation. It makes middle school look like complete Tomfoolery. I feel like before, Jin was more of a "Patrick," and now Jin is more of a "Patrick Not Star."

Well, goodbye everyone, I'll remember you all in therapy.

Wait, wrong picture.

"I may be stupid but I'm not dumb."

Need I explain this image? I didn't think so.

I am parched. Every week gets longer, which I admit, I have said every single time, but every time I say it it's true. 

I look at my brain as if it is a sponge. Right now, it's a Scotch-Brite in the ocean. It's like I can feel the sparks coming out of my forehead. I think that the main reason for this is the debate event tomorrow. If I'll be honest, yeah, I'm a little worried. I think I'll do good, but there's always a little anxiety when you do something "first" after a while.

I got a work computer. I don't trust the Davie kids (where the event is held at) enough not to steal it. I actually moved into my grandmothers' house for a year and had to go to a school over there. I don't think anyone would recognize me. I'm a pretty forgettable person. Heck, I even forget things about myself from time to time.

I swear to god, I thought I was 15 for around a quarter of the year. I am really god-awful tired and can't wait for a day where I could finally sleep in without worrying about a quiz, or an event. 

Going by Murphy's law and my good friend bad luck, that won't happen until June.

I wonder if it'll be all worth it in the end. I mean yeah, I got a lot more knowledge in general, no denying that. But my time management has become, interesting. I have succeeded in getting all my work done, but I have no time for anything but work and sleep. I haven't been overthinking, mainly because I have no time to think. So I guess I in a weird way, I kind of passed the challenge? I don't know at this point, and I'm too tired to figure it out.

Now I'm going to make a speech for tomorrow. Wish me luck. I probably may or may not need it.

"Now you must develop a taste for free-form jazz."

The sophisticated starfish, trying to derive the message out of a piece of classical music.

Work has been getting noticeably harder. Like, by a lot. I have been getting it done but it is becoming a very large challenge compared to my previous years in school. 

I got two headaches this week. Not just normal ones, but bad ones. An Advil would usually get rid of it, but I think I'm just taking them at the wrong time. Like life, I need to deal with it at the starting of the "problem."

I do think I am thinking less. No, hold on, that's a good thing. One of my biggest blessings (and a curse) is that I overthink literally everything. I need to think about things, it's just my human nature. That's why I'm trying to enjoy things more simply. Trying to just listen to music, rather than listening to the lyrics. Try to derive the sound, not the meaning. Like how Patrick takes simple pleasures over difficult games.

"East? I thought you said weast."

The ingenious starfish, building a staple. As always, he has made a great success.

Oh Nelly, my brain hurts. 

For a little background, I have studied every day from Tuesday on. I was supposed to have two quizzes on Wednesday, and one on Friday, but I ended up having four today. It was a very long day. Lucky for me, they were all pretty easy. You know, it feels really good to be prepared for a quiz, let alone four quizzes.

But I think this is the start of something. I think because of this, I will continue to study a lot more. Yes, it was really, really hard, but I survived, and in the end, I came out proud.

I do have to give most of the credit to my little brother, however (at least for the greek quiz.) He didn't want to or need to do it, yet he still helped me succeed. I got a 90 on it, which might sound meh, but after getting consecutive Fs on these quizzes, I think I did pretty good this time around.

Well, I'm going to take a long deserved hiatus (that was one of the vocabulary words by the way.)

"Now if you'll excuse me, it's time for my weekly condiment soaking."

The majestic starfish meditating, much like I will do over the long weekend.

"Now if you'll excuse me, it's time for my weekly condiment soaking."

This was a very long and grueling week. Ironically enough, it was also a short week. I got into the debate elective despite having 100% certainty that I would definitely not get in. So that's pretty good, and then everything went kind of downhill from there. 

Looking back, there was no single "big" thing that happened, but rather a lot of little things. For one, I lost my agenda. I couldn't find it all week until today (which for those reading in the future, is a Friday.) I found it in my bookbag and felt like a complete idiot. Now, I'm not saying I'm not a complete idiot, just that at the moment I felt especially stupid. 

We had a debate in English class, which I have to admit was pretty fun, but I felt like I just completely messed up. In middle school, I was pretty good at speeches (I don't mean this in a braggy way, really I feel bad about it in all honesty,) and then this year I keep messing up. I don't know, I'm just not on my game.

And then there's my Greek class. Oh Nelly, this class. It feels like psychological warfare. Okay, so this is my hardest class right now. I have an F. Not a B or a C, no an F. So my teacher said we would have a classwork today, and you know what I did? I studied hard. I knew almost all of the one-hundred-and-twenty words I was told to study. I did amazing. I got every-single-one. And then she doesn't even grade it. I haven't felt real anger in over five years, and I felt it then and there. And the icing on the cake is that she said (to someone else,) "You're disappointed, well I am too because you don't study." I'm not exaggerating when I say I almost cried. But I didn't. Not for reasons like this. 

But you know, it's over. This week is done. I survived. I don't know how, but I did. It was hard, but I'm telling myself that it'll only get easier from here. I got all my work done despite these problems, and I feel I didn't panic at all this week. That may be a small achievement, but it's pretty big for me.

Well if you'll excuse me I'm going to drown myself in some Americone Dream ice cream. That's the best cure for a long week, and trust me, I really want some right now.

"The Inner Machinations Of My Mind Are An Enigma"

"Sometimes we have to go deep inside ourselves to solve our problems." -Patrick Star

I would say that Parick Star is a great example of who I want to be. He's nice, friendly, and at times, a downright genius. He lives a simple, happy life. A life that everyone strives for. A life I want to strive for.

I will try to "channel my inner Patrick" to become more confident, organized, and mentally peaceful.

"Squidward, you and your nose will definitely not fit in!" 

When Patrick says something, he doesn't go back on his word. He sticks to it with certainty. He is confident in himself and his actions. Which is something I drastically need to improve on. I set low standards for myself. Now sometimes this is a good thing if you don't set it too low. I think of myself as a very basic person without much physical, or for that matter, mental strength. Everyone tells me that. My mom, dad, brother, uncle, both grandmas, and the list goes on. I think this is an easy fix on paper, but not in practice. I just have to constantly reassure myself that I'm a good, smart, and confident person. Yeah, this is going to be a bit hard.

"Why is your suitcase full of rocks?"

"I don't tell you how to live your life!"

Patrick knows what he's doing. He has everything working out. He doesn't work, has a pretty good house, lots of friends, and a good life in general. He has everything working out. He's organized. 

Now me on the other hand, can't for the love of Neptune remember anything he does. I have an agenda and that only works around 75% of the time. I need better control to get to this lifestyle. I think I need to just try something completely new. A new system. Remove a bit of the chaos. Relax. Namaste.

"Just do what I do when I have problems ...SCREAM!!"

Patrick need not think a lot. He just thinks once, and he's done. Period.

When I do something I think of what I'm doing, and then how I'm doing it, then if I'm doing it right, then that I'm failing, then my brain goes haywire, and I do my little "panic sway." That is really bad. I would say out of all of these, I need the most help with this. But I will prevail. Here's my strategy if I get a thought like this:
1: Recognize that I'm doing this,

2: Scream,

3: Think of something else completely unrelated.

If I do this, I will stop panicking about everything. It's simple... on paper. I think this will most definitely be the hardest, however. 

Either way, "Life isn't fair, get used to it!"

I'll take his advice, and start getting used to it.