Chrono- (Latin) Time

If it were not necessary to sleep, or at least not necessary to sleep as much as we do (when we do) so much more could be done. As if our days are not already limited, 24 hours isn’t all that long folks. There just never seems to be enough time, or perhaps that is simply because there is always so much to be done. Or maybe, it simply seems that way because there’s so much that could be done and we’re all ambitious little sods at heart.

I think that fact that our internal clocks run on a 25-hour standard should say something about how we think of time. I mean, how out of sync must we get when we don’t sleep? How much do we overestimate when dealing with future spans of time? It’s all so terribly flawed, but there is just an inherent imperfection to being human. I suppose using a planner wouldn’t hurt, but something about them always seemed so mechanical to me, as opposed to organic. It’s like machine vs man. The inability for machines to push their built-in limits.

Something about time being separate, non-subjective, just seems… wrong. People in some of the developed countries that adopt the American business clock become ill, did you know? Their bodies can’t handle the stress of such a schedule. Sleep, the few limited hours that we hope to get everyday, should not be the only rest. There is just too little time to cram so much in – it is just not meant to be, [temporarily] possible or not.

Time belongs to me, and I say Time should bend [so it doesn't break] under stress.

Rehab (or Reconditioning)

It has come to my attention, especially with certain grades and a most recent… failing of personal skill, that I am due for some “reconditioning” as it were. Retrain myself, basically. Things that used to be natural to me are now long abandoned habits, misplaced traits. I think it’s time I recovered them, for my own sake. My drive, but to keep it going the whole way through. The good time management that I just had. Lost, but not gone.

Timing is off so much now with me. It’s cost me quite a bit – blows to my pride, my intelligence, my integrity. But I’m through with it. Time for that has run out, ran out long ago. As of today, I am no longer going to just sit there. Still a procrastinator and probably sloppy and managing my time, sure – but no longer like before; always getting better from this point forward. I am not going to leave highschool worse than I entered. That would be so sad, pathetic – despicable. I refuse to do so.

As soon as I post this, I have a math packet, an essay, and more than a bit of research for 3 different subjects all waiting for me. And I refuse to make them last minute like I would have.  The clock stopped waiting, but I catch up now.