actions, not words.

Today was a decent enough day, actually. I stayed up until about 1 AM writing the most abstruse, high-concept essay of my entire life. (There was a unit in the AP Lit textbook last year about "Art and the Artist," and honestly I think I went even beyond the vagueness of that section.) This, of course, resulted in minor difficulties getting up in the morning for Mathcounts, but it wasn't actually as problematic as I thought it would be, and we ended up working on some basic counting and probability which should be useful as we go on. From Mathcounts, we made our way slowly to the high school, eventually acquiring a spot in the very back row of "B lot." I sort of passed through AP Psych and Spanish 4 without ever really truly focusing, wanting primarily to return to my essay-writing, and the music in Orchestra was easy enough to allow my brain to truly wander as we moved through the motions. I went home after that, and finished the essay, eventually arriving at

Today was a really good day. Honestly, it was so much better than I could have ever expected it to have been. It started off poorly, however. First, I went to sleep relatively late, and this resulted in me not being able to get up very well at 6:00 AM, when I had to. This problem was exacerbated by someone who thought it was a good idea to get up at 4:30 AM, which woke me up and sent me into full panic mode, because I was so dead and not ready to get up and I couldn't tell what was happening. Even after realizing the time, the adrenaline lasted for a little while, depriving me of some sleep, although I eventually recovered. I got up at 6:00 AM, and then packed everything up and had breakfast, which consisted of a self-brewed milk tea where the ingredient proportions...left something to be desired. I began consuming actual food, but quickly realized my stomach was not going to have any of it this morning (sympathetic nervous system!), so that plan was rapidly deserted. The fir