this is what days off look like

I’m feeling very lowercase today. I’m probably going to change my theme. Again.

I’m currently writing my matric final exams (similar grading system as the IB, if that helps?) and tomorrow is one of my demons: maths. Mathematics. Why is it even a thing? As if a day could be more anxiety ridden. (Ask me again the day before maths paper 2, physics, chemistry, results day..) I feel strange, and I did when I woke up this morning, so this post is just snippets from my day of never-ending stress, in short sentences. That’s all.

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I enjoy philosophy.

And yet you are all that you have, so you must be enough. There is no other way.
Maya Hornbacher

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After tomorrow’s exam, I will have a massive blister on this finger.

You’re growing, but you’re raising yourself.

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I’m quite overwhelmed.

If you need to get over yourself, you’ll know. Get over yourself.

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I loved taking this picture.

Things are possible.

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Things are currently not.

love and light,
shalom

Write things and dance

I’m not writing a novel.

Yeah, I quit NaNoWriMo 5 days in. Look at me, the best teenager ever!

(jokes)

Okay, so while I really DID try to write some things, I’ve only managed to come up with a couple of nameless complex characters that DO NOT INTERACT WITH EACH OTHER. I think I should preserve them on paper, but I don’t think a novel is the right place for them as of yet.

What I am doing, though, is NaBloPoMo! It really appears that this is what I’ve been doing from the beginning, seeing that you people (INCLUDING THE SUPER COOL VIEWS FROM ROMANIA AND PAKISTAN(!!!)) probably had no clue I writing -attempting to write, rather- a novel.

I wrote a math exam today, and the world did not end! It wasn’t good, but it wasn’t GODTHATWASAWFULTHROWMEINATRASHBAG bad. Progress!

I’m writing an Afrikaans exam (additional language) and I haven’t glanced at a book in 3 days. In the words of a screwed teenage girl:

Crap.

Here’s Taylor Swift dancing to some music that she loves a lot. Be happy if you can, friend. Your cells in your body love you a lot, even when it feels like nobody else does.

Love,

Scoot X

 

Day three of NaNoWriMo and I’m already forgetting things.

I’m writing mt math final in about 36 hours, so I did another practice exam: 35 /100! Better than yesterday’s.

I don’t have many pearls of wisdom today, except for this: sleep is fantastic.

It really isn’t just for the weak! It’s really for the whole week. I tried really hard to be funny there, in case you were wondering what the heck that was.

I’ve been going to sleep by 21:30 for the last week or so, and even though I run on batteries, coffee and vegan chicken strips, I feel a lot better? Mostly because I only got told that I looked like I “crawled out of a Gotham sewer” once last week. Once, is also an improvement from three times.

Again, WHAT IS THE POINT?

I don’t really know. Maybe I’ll find out after I get some sleep. If you’re having some difficulty, I recommend this playlist. And this one.Maybe it’ll help.  Ah, 8tracks is amazing, just love it.

I think I’ll post more than 5 minutes before bed time tomorrow.

Love & Affection,

-Scoot X

Scoot On ~ THE FAULT IN OUR {insert here}

I HAVE INSPIRATION FROM SOMEWHERE SO DON’T SLOW ME DOWN

Okay? Okay.

THE FAULT IN OUR MOTHER TRUCKING STARS

I don’t know if it’s a crisis that (a) I can’t say/think/read/see ‘okay’ without getting emotional, (b) I had a dream that John Green and the Yeti (his wife) and Henry (their son) were my godparents, and (c) #TFIOS COMES OUT ON FRIDAY IN SOUTH AFRICA AND I HAVE A HISTORY EXAM AND AN AFRIKAANS EXAM (!!!!!??!?!??!????)

It did just occur to me that I could possibly just go see the movie after my exam and be broke, and I’m fairly more relaxed now.

THE FAULT IN OUR MOTHER TRUCKING EXAMS

Exams! My mid year exams only(ha, only) begin on Friday June 13th (READ ABOVE IF YOU CANNOT UNDERSTAND THIS SIGNIFICANCE) but the panic has not truly set in yet, possibly because the studying has not truly (read “at all”) begun. I’m feeling strange about these exams, and I can only imagine the severity of the panic attacks that will come from them, but I have been in a “COME AT ME BRO” kind of mood for the past four hours, which has also been rather severe. I feel like that sentence made no sense.

THE FAULT IN OUR ENERGY SAVING TENDENCIES

At my house, we’ve switched over to prepaid electricity, where you buy electrical units and then only use what you have, rather than using and using and getting a bill at the end of the month. Sounds great, and it is, except in regular houses, all heat producing devices including the geyser don’t get turned off when the temperature drops to 3°C. Or maybe they do, I don’t really know anything about regular homes because most people don’t live in a five-child family.

THE FAULT IN OUR MOTIVATIONAL VIDEOS

If you are looking for a video to help you stop procrastinating: DO NOT WATCH ONE

If you are looking for motivation to study: DO NOT WATCH ONE

If you are looking for motivation to better yourself: DO NOT WATCH ONE!!!!

ALL THESE VIDEOS DO IS HELP YOU WASTE TIME WHEN YOU COULD BE STUDYING OR WORKING OUT OR PAINTING OR BAKING OR BETTERING YOURSELF

THE FAULT IN THE FAULT IN OUR STARS

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THE FAULT IN THESE PICTURES

I got them through laborious procrastination 🙂

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The fault, dear Brutus, is not in our stars,

but in ourselves.

 

-Scoot

 

I KNOW WHO YOU ARE

So that’s different. I know who you are. Lies, I really don’t. But I know somethings that I know about you. So today, there’s no Scoot On, there’s just Scoot. And also the fact that I have a couple things to say, again.

So first off I wanted to let you all know that there is a male I have a fondness towards, and he’s lovely. And I have this super huge urge to gush and just tell how lovely and wonderful he is and how he makes me all butterflies (well he doesn’t make butterflies for me but he gives me butterflies-oh you get the point) and all of the sort, but he’s probably gonna be one of you who reads this. Cue the embarrassment.

Secondly, I wanted to tell you that I genuinely appreciate you. If you’re reading this, I do. I’ve been on this blog for about 2 and a half weeks and the response I’ve gotten has been tremendous. I mean, it’s not like I have 80 new followers every time I come on here, but I do have 10 of them. 10 whom I love dearly and 10 who I wish I could bake cookies for. I make quite crappy cookies though, so I guess most of you guys would have to settle for hugs. Sorry.

Third, I really love the internet. I guess I’ve always been a loud person but the internet is amazing. I’ve never had such a space to just share free thinking and share general musings. I guess I thought that just being me was saying enough-which it is, but you know those things that just make you cringe, or grin uncontrollably? The internet is where I found those things, and the internet is where I talk about those things. So thanks, internet. And to all the strange and beautiful and lovely people who make it happen.

Four: The Great Gatsby is brilliant. I read it and I sure as hell wanted to go and find F. Scott Fitzgerald himself and kiss him. Slight problem seeing that he’s been dead since 1940. That book though, its just ah no words amazing brilliance gaaah. (That is how NOT to phrase a sentence, by the way.)

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  • “I wasn’t actually in love, but I felt a sort of tender curiosity.” 
  • “Well, there I was, way off my ambitions, getting deeper in love every minute, and all of a sudden I didn’t care.”
  • “I fell in love with her courage, her sincerity, and her flaming self respect. And it’s these things I’d believe in, even if the whole world indulged in wild suspicions that she wasn’t all she should be. I love her and it is the beginning of everything.”

 

I love each and every one of you people as if you were my Siamese twin. That’s a lot of love, I’ll have you know. I love you people, and I thank you for being alive. Keep reading, and keep telling people to read 😀 but only if you want to, of course 

All my love all the time

-Scoot xx

Scoot on ~ consistency and procastiation

Okay, so I’m not the most consistent person out there.

I apologise profusely for my lack of posting over the past week or so, I’ve just been super busy with a big programming project. As you may guess, it’s important…therefore I should be working on it. But instead I’m here, ready to ramble on about something new that’s plagued me.

I have a problem called procrastination.

I know, we all do. But sometimes, there is need for an intervention. Like me for example. In preparation for finals in 2 weeks, I’ve been frantically making study notes that are illegible and to anyone but myself. I’ve also taken to leaving my study notes in the following format:

*writes title*…*draws flower*…*labels flower The Flower Of Procrastination *…*closes study book*

This is what I’ve been doing. I guess I’m not at the stage where I tie a towel around my neck and run around yelling “Pale Pixie to the rescue” like my friend Jess. Because that’s exactly what she did during mid-year exams.

I guess I understand the point of exams: to test knowledge gained throughout the year. But surely it’s a test of willpower as well? I mean, it’s like a giant competition: Who has enough willpower to cancel all plans, avoid the internet and study their ass off? I think that I should be allowed to refuse this willpower test. I mean, Jess & I are vegetarians — willpower much? MUCH.

It pays off. Eventually, I suppose. You see, some of it doesn’t though. CAN ANYBODY TELL ME WHERE I’M GOING TO USE TRIGONOMETRY? Honest to everything, I type this with an exasperated rage as I download extra trig notes. Believe me, I don’t make claims without doing my research: I did! If you want to use trig when you grow up, “Become a plumber,” my math teacher once said.

A plumber? Seriously?

I don’t know why these things exist, or why I keep having random OH MY GOD EXAMS ARE IN TWO WEEKS AND MY PROGRAMMING IS DUE NEXT MONDAY WHY IS LIFE SO DIFFICULT WHAT WHY IS THIS EVEN HAPPENING panic outbursts.

Life is getting too hard. I just want to stop and be  a cat, or a penguin, with no social responsibility except to be adorable and be loved by everyone.

Keep shining now. 🙂

All my love all the time,

-Scoot xx

Scoot on ~ the war for sanity on social media

ImageI can deal with a lot of things. I can deal with most, in fact. But today, while convincing myself that Facebook and Youtube videos count as studying, I came across another rant topic. Do prepare yourself, world.

HASHTAGS.

For God’s sake who came up with these things? Yes, I understand the purpose, and the fact that it’s meant to link collective intrests on posts and photos. But if I see another picture like the one you saw at the top of this post with any of the following hashtags: #selfie #nofilters #nomakeup #clothes #collar #peace #hippies #photography #portrait #faces #duckface #duck #nature #lamp #light #inspired #love #happiness #room #me #pretty #beautiful #youarebeautiful #mirror #mirrormirroronthewall #snowwhite #huntsman #movies #kristenstewart #twilight #twihard…

No lies, this is what I have seen.

If these hashtags are meant to link common intrests, then why the hell are we talking about snow white and hippies and twilight all at once? I mean, if a pot smoking hippie wanted to find out what the best display for his weed truck was, and typed in #hippie and got this instead? Man, I’d be disappointed. People don’t need to point out that the photograph is of themselves.  WE SEE YOU, MMKAY? Like really, just because you have a lamp in the room you’re standing in doesn’t make you an inspiration…it’s really just a lamp.

Instagram does not make you a photographer! Please could people stop hashtagging themselves as photographers when all they do is pose in front of a mirror and press the take button? Seriously, this is affecting my sanity!

I mean, it’s hard to remain sane on social networks these days. You have Facebook which now uses these dreaded things, people linking their twitter to their Facebook accounts (Why would you even do that?) and people linking their Instagram to Facebook, using hashtags like #Instaheart #instadaily #instagram #instalove #instaparty #instafood

GOSH DAMMIT I GET IT

Please, don’t be that guy >.<

Anyway, that’s all for now, I’m going back to hit the books…I have finals in 3 weeks. Wish me luck? I love you 😀

All my love, all the time

-Scoot xx