let me get this as straight as possible.
my time management skills are complete trash. and i'm talking the-way-deadpool-thinks-of-dubstep trash, the kind of way that you know if you don't do the thing now, you're gonna regret the decision for the rest of your life but you're still gonna do it because bts just uploaded their new mv and there is no way you're missing watching it 29 times in a row THE DAY BEFORE THE EXAM, YOU FUCKING MORON.
but that's a different story. let me tell you a story about a party and my school.
my school organised a party during the summer in order for us to raise money to go on a trip the following year. kids from my school were going to perform songs, there was going to be a lot of people, it was going to take place at the park next to my school. just in case you haven't realised, i don't like that many people from my school, i don't like talking to people in general, i have allergies, so i was SO exCITED to GO.
on thursday, the day before the party, after finishing my classes and everything, i decided to go downtown and attempt to find a pair of pants i needed. i bought the pants, finished my shopping and errands pretty quickly. now that shit starts going downhill. i decide to head home where i also decided it would be a MARVELOUS idea to not start studying, as i'm supposed to, but to watch one piece while eating whatever -so that it doesn't go bad, that's what i do-. at the end of the day, i didn't study enough and i thought, okay, i'll do it tomorrow, i'll get up early and i'm gonna have more than enough hours to be tortured by all of the stuff i have to learn.
i was completely oblivious to that fact that everything was gonna go wrong for the next three days, now that i look back at it, i'm whEEZING.
i woke up at 1 in the fucking afternoon on friday. yeap, that happened. i woke up and i felt so done with the world, i was on my period, i was hungry, i felt exhausted and overall, i had no intention to be going to no party. i had a terrible headache, i didn't manage to finish the studying i was supposed to according to my schedule and it was time for me to get ready.
i got ready, i'm gonna be honest with you, one thing that made my mood is that i looked bomb as fuck. my outfit was great, the pants i bought were amazing, my shirt was cute, my shoes were new and i managed to do my makeup pretty decently this time. like, seriously, i got compliments. my friend arrived at the party, we met up with the kids from my class and some other acquaintances -did i spell that correctly? i only remember it from sims, i don't know-.
i'm not proud of what followed. i ended up drinking quite a lot, please don't drink, it's awful, really, it is.
i woke up on saturday feeling way worse than i felt when i woke up on friday. i tried gathering my shit and did very little of my homework. due to that happening, i missed a road trip i was supposed to go on sunday.
i taped my ass to my chair and studied on saturday to cover up everything, i almost kind of died.
moreover, i just realised, the time i could have spent creating a new account would be less than the time i'm currently spending on deleting every past activity on this one.
nonetheless, i'm having the time of my life because the stories i used to read are cringey as fuck.
morals of the story are basically 1) never drink too much, no matter how much of a good idea it may seem at the time, just don't and 2) time management is important, praise that shit, learn how to manage your time, it's gonna save your life.
wait, can you see the stories i'm reading?
