101 Things in 1,001 Days
Complete 101 preset tasks in a period of 1001 days.
Tasks must be specific (ie. no ambiguity in the wording) with a result that is either measurable or clearly defined. Tasks must also be realistic and stretching (ie. represent some amount of work on my part).
Why 1001 Days?
Many people have created lists in the past – frequently simple goals such as New Year’s resolutions. The key to beating procrastination is to set a deadline that is realistic. 1001 Days (about 2.75 years) is a better period of time than a year, because it allows you several seasons to complete the tasks, which is better for organizing and timing some tasks such as overseas trips or outdoor activities.
Starting date: 01.12.2013
Ending date: 28.8.2016( The listCollapse )
Not just me. All that bullshit.
I thought I had it down by now. But somehow it's gotten back to where I was ages ago.
Yesterday, I didnt't go to a party, because I could not take it. I've always known, that when you are different, everyone will have their opinion about you. BUT!
I am so fed up with the trash talk and the blaming it on the foreigner.
I finished just the first week of university. I am getting migraines and my neck is so stiff. Because I was anxious the whole week. All the time this feeling in my stomach like just when you start to fall. I was all the time just ducking away, because I waited for people to scream at me. For things I did. For things I didn't do. For things I knew. For things I didn't know. For their own failures, or the ones from others.
I took it for so long, screamed back, raised the middle finger. But somehow, I just can't take any more of that bullshit. And it bothers me, that it's affecting me so much. I hate, that it keeps me from doing things.
I just feel like a sponge sucking up all that bullshit around me, just because every once in a while I can take it.
Really, I thought for so long, that there is the time, when people grow up.
But they don't. And somehow realizing this and so many other things made the last two years such a mess.
And so many times I just had a l'esprit de l'escalier.
It's stupid I hate it. Dwelling on things never makes anything better.
I guess that's all for now.
... if the people around me weren't so big idiots. Really, it is so hard to just get your brain beaten up by everyone.
And also, I am kind of disappointed I need to be a bitch again. At the beginning I thought it was a good thing, since I was like that before teenager-years shattered my self-confidence. But I so don't like it. I want to be nice and I want harmony. And I want everyone happy.
Too bad, that everyone else is so fucking full of their own shit, that those thoughts get me as far as communism got today's Russia. Just turn your heads at me and laugh and point at me, yeah.
Life sucks, when there is some kind of connection between you and the rest of the world gone wrong.
Rusina 5 IL
Nojaa 5 (in rope)
Vasen väärä 5-
... oh my. I still remember those times, when I was in LJ like 24/7, now it's like: "oh my, I wasn't in LJ for ages. Let's see, what happened."
- Music:razorlight. wire to wire
Why do all people describe story lines as red?
It's so weird. Because, if they're right, I have a problem: My book has been dropped into some colours. My storyline is so not red. It's purple, oh really. Okay, I admit, it's nearly red...
Well. I'm alive. Everything is fine for now. I'll go read my friends page. :D
I was kind of out of my mind, when I wrote the last dead letter-entry. Oh my. It wasn't meant this way.
Some weird online burnout-test told me to get professional help. Nice, thanks. No, not really. I still eat and sleep enough. So what!?
- Music:disco ensemble. threatletter typewriter
Thanks. It wasn't like that for nearly 14 months in my life.
I wasn't surprised, it would be you. But a bit surprised about today, about the surroundings.
I only have to say thanks again. For now...
this day is 44 minutes long and already spoiled. it's like. shit. why can't you just everything leave behind!? i mean, i ran from there quite far but fuckin' net makes this world so little.
and to see some fuckin' names and their fuckin "^^" and all that stuff. until now i thought, that the worst thing to happen actually was tampere's smallness in one way. but on the other hand i know, why i am looking over my shoulder... all the time. at least back in berlin.
you tried it once, i won't let you try again. i won't.
Oh yeah. I guess I just get it by the little things. Like I forget everything. I just hope, I won't set the flat on fire or something like this. I already forgot my food today, while it was nicely cooking in kitchen and I was hungry... and now I've gut melted chocolate on my bed, because I forgot it next to my external hard disc drive. Oo Gosh, well I wanted to change my bed stuff anyways. I just forgot. It is so not funny.
Does some of you know, what to do... like how do I get at least my head working again as it should? (It's quite depressing to not be able to just remember things at this age.)
- Music:emilie autumn. swallow