Paint that shit gold.

Sometimes I feel like I'm living under this bar of what my Life could be. Like I'm living at maybe a 3.5 on a scale of one to ten. Ironically, when I think about how I feel as far as confidence, spirituality, or overall inner peace I feel like I'm at an 8 or 9!

But like I told Morayo: it is so difficult for me to work toward something I can't see. It's easy for me to work a job because there's almost instant gratification. My co-workers Love me, my boss is always complimenting me and of course, I get a paycheck. So I always feel like I'm working toward some goal. Whether it's my particular shift or the week or the month. I have the goals set in my head or a manager will come to me with a problem and I solve it. That's easy.

But school is a whole 'nother beast. And it bothers me that I let school itself or my fear or my past experiences or whatever fucked up shit is going on in my head control how I feel or whether or not I succeed in school. Because I am fucking smart. No doubt about that. As smart or smarter than most of the girls I know who are done with B.A.s or going on to work on higher degrees. This. shit. boggles. MY. MIND!

Someone told me recently that school (college, in particular) isn't about being "smart" and has a lot more to do with being disciplined. And that is what I'm lacking. It happens every semester. I got for six weeks straight, do all the homework, all the reading, take all the quizzes, all the tests. Keep an A or B going for six weeks. Then midterms come or some big project that I just can't seem to focus on or discipline myself to do and bam. W here, W there. I sleep in, I don't go. I give up.

And like I said, I just don't like feeling like ANYTHING has something over me. I feel like school is in control of me and it shouldn't be that way. School should be exciting for me, a place I'd like to go. Where at the very least, I can meet new people and read something I've never read before. School should be. my. thing.

But I do this too. Much like the giving up mid-semester, I tell myself every summer that the next semester will be diff. I will take a full load of classes and I will never be late, never ditch, study, do all the readings, get organized, etc. But I'm getting to the point where I don't have much time before I start applying to transfer somewhere else. I am just so ready to get this shit done. I don't care what it takes.

People must be so annoyed. I feel like Cher from Clueless. Except instead of being a virgin who can't drive, I'm twenty-three with no degree.

Time to get real!