Only those who stay Dead shall remember Death.

Recently, I (Lana) discovered that when rearranged, the letters in my name spell torn loyal tea. I think it's cool and rather telling. Ever since, I've grown slightly convinced that much of my life consists of a tragic array of conflicted interests.

That said, I should warn you I'm one of those hopeless wrecks trying to quench an insatiable boredom. However, this isn't the means, it's simply the outlet.

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SING practice means everything hectic means noise means I’m coming in sweats and whatever footwear is comfortable means I’m not straightening rain-ruined hair. It’s Friday. And yeah. This’ll be an interesting fiasco. Or perhaps I should just stay home, whatever. I have so much to do:

if I go, I get home by 4/5 and the day gets all sucked up and knowing myself the motivation to work on anything substantive will be gone
saturday I have half the day to do actual essay stuff if I attend the party that evening
sunday, I guess…but?
monday we get schedules, and I don’t wanna cram. cramming is bad. cramming is ultimate give-up-temptation mode :(

Probably gonna stay home. I’m not essential to the run-through. It’ll be fine.

I am still changing into sweats, though. Just for the sake of being cozy.

I’ll treat myself to breakfast, try to be productive for a little while (rawr I need my printer working) and just stay focused. If I do that, things get done, I don’t get anxiety, and the year begins on a positive note.

See? I’m being level-headed. I’m trying to prioritize and make sensible choices rather than doing things I’ll regret later. This way, I can’t be stressed > freak out > get depressed > stay that way for a week.

(4 weeks ago)