Okay, so I've read and seen in a lot of places that you should celebrate your small wins every now and then because motivation and woohoo and such, pardon my bad writing skills (I'm having a lot of brain farts today). These last few weeks I've been trying to emulate what normal people would call a 'responsible adult human being' and it's trickier than it looks.
I've been trying to do everything and be super cool and chill about it instead of whining like an asshole about how I don't want to do my chores, go to the bank etc etc. I go to the gym every week, been catching up on my studies and actually doing homework and going to classes (which is a huge leap in and of itself) and attempting to be social with friends and new people alike.
But today and yesterday nights events are the biggest wins of all. Yesterday night, I saw a cockroach and screamed for my mother and it disappeared. Then I emerged at midnight later that night, and if you knew me, I hate being anywhere alone at midnight because I'm weird and paranoid like that, I saw the cockroach on the wall and picked up the closest magazine and SMACKED it so hard. It's guts flew everywhere and then I got myself a glass of water and then left the dead body there to rot and prove to the mothership that I am so brave and courageous.
Then today, I asked my tutor a question in class. And he answered it. And we had a real adult conversation about the general linear model and significance and other statistics and stuff.
And then I got home, bailed on going out to dinner tonight to stay home and spend time with the mothership. Then I went to shower, finished showering and found a huge as giant spider on the ceiling. It was like THIS big. I shat my pants, gathered some old scrap paper and smacked that little fucker down. Then I drowned him and felt so accomplished.
Story of my life, guys.
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