There comes a time in every ambitious slacker's life where "I'm not stupid, just lazy" doesn't cut it anymore. That time has come for me. It's time to shed my fat, grubby, larva of a self and become...a moth (i don't like butterflies) and fly away and achieve the things that I know I can, but just have trouble focusing on that cause I'm too busy (literally and metaphorically) eating. C+ no more (yes that's right. see-plus)! B- no more! B no more! (well, maybe we'll allow for some Bs). No more of this "I'll start studying for tomorrow's exam tomorrow morning". Change starts now. Die, slacker!
But there is another matter. Conviction. What is it? Where is it in my life? I've never been convicted about something for more than a month. My mom calls me this thing in Chinese, something about losing heat or steam really quickly. I've started so many things with conviction and ended them half-assedly (not a word). Sad. Let's just hope that my wings don't fall off and that I don't crawl back into that cocoon of mine in 2 week's time. If you're reading this keep me accountable will you?
