Tag Archive | laziness

Why so tired?

Great, now I have the Joker’s creepy face stuck in my head. The answer; ladies and gentlemen, boys and girls, is quite simple: having done nothing for the past two months, the littlest thing that I do tires me out, and going around in a whirlwind of classes and birthday activities, I am thourougly exhausted. Yes, my laziness has doomed mes, and that’s why when it was ten of one last night, I felt as if it was four.

Going back to school or to work is like going through jetlag all over again. Of course if you’re smart you’ll go to sleep early even when you have nowhere to be the next morning, but that’s not my thing. Not the being smart part, the going to bed early. YOU UNDERSTAND! Sorry if I’m yelling and not making much sense, I’m incredibly tired. And so, without further ado, I will sayyyffdxxzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz (oops, fell asleep on the keyboard, sorry) have a good sleepy time –> I can’t say nighttime because it might be 11 am when you read this, in which case I apologize for any depression you may encounter after having read this post and thought about sleep.

Live long and prosper \V/

Yours sincerely,

The Mostly Confused Teenager.

PS: thanks to all of you who wished me a happy birthday, it means a lot!

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Summer Delights

I love summer. It’s my second favorite season, just after winter (why? because in winter it’s harder to sweat profusely when talking to someone you reeeeally like). And there are certain things that make summer freakin’ awesome in this humble teenager’s opinion. So here goes; what makes summer so special to me.

#1 : Vacation

I think most teenagers will agree with me on this one. Summer vacation is the time to kick back, catch up on some sleep, lose sleep because of Star Wars marathons, and relax. No homework or teachers that smell like coffee and cigarettes: awesomeness!  The only down side is that it’s awfully rough not seeing your friends for two months. For some it may be a hard bridge to cross in the relationship area, but because I am single (AND HAPPY) I have no sympathy for those people. Sorry.

#2 : Warmth and Sun

I live in Normandy during the summer months, and to those of you who don’t know the area, let me clear it up for you:

Guess where I live on the map?

Guess where I am on the map?

But in the summertime, we mostly/sometimes/only kind of sort of get sunny days! And warmth means showing some skin (Don’t fret Mom, I’m not a slut. Far from it. Not that I’m a prude. Oh shut up Confused Teen you’re just ridiculing yourself) and getting a tan. Of course I have to put obscene amounts of sun screen on because I burn to a brighter red than Rudolph the Reindeer’s nose. And you know, the tan disappears as soon as autumn arrives, but in the moment that you’re lying outside, wrapped in a cocoon of warmth, it’s all worth it.

#3 : Drinks

Once again Mom, don’t get ahead of yourself. I’m not talking about alcohol here. There’s something about summer beverages that make them different from any other old drinks. Iced tea, lemonade and smoothies during the day make my taste buds go YAAAAAY (that’s figurative –> I’d freak out if my taste buds could talk.) and after dinner a sprig of mint from the garden and dollop of honey made from our bees dunked in some boiling water make an intoxicating (in a good way, again Mom, no alcohol) cup of mint tea.

#4 : Ice Cream

Actually forget it, I eat ice cream no matter what time of the year it is.

#5 : Nostril Flaring

Because of the smells. The freshly cut grass being turned into half a tonne hay bales that I have tried rather unsuccessfully to roll around, the scented candles that we put out to ward the bugs away, the salt when we come back from the beach, barbecuing steaks and then roasting marshmallows… Isn’t that an odd word, barbecuing? If you say barbecue in French it means bearded butt. Just thought that I should put that out there.

#6: Baseball Every Single Day

Awesome right? Of course being in France I don’t have the opportunity to watch many of the games, much less go to them, but I love waking up each morning wondering if the Mets won or lost the night before (our record speaks for itself) and eagerly checking the score.  And every afternoon we all grab our gloves and go play catch out on a part of the lawn that is called “the football field” and where no trees will ever be planted, for fear of assaulting them with a baseball bat. Not that that should happen. Intentionally.

#7 : Starry Nights

I have a strange fascination with the stars up above. Being claustrophobic means that I can’t be an astronaut, but I’d sure like to go up there some day. When the night is clear, I wrap myself in a blanket and tiptoe out to the hammock, where I can lie for hours, staring up at the sparkling arm of the Milky Way sweeping across the sky. I find the different constellations, the planets and spy the satellites and shooting stars. I can only describe it as magical.

#8 : Enjoying Yourself by Doing Nothing

Ah, to wake up in the late morning/early afternoon… and knowing that apart from a few necessary chores, you have nothing planned out for the day. Summer is my time for reading sappy romance novels and wishing that I wasn’t alone. It’s my time to watch videos of hot guys made by awesome friends. And it’s also my time to discover new tv series, such as Awkward. Awkward was recommended to me by the only two friends who I told about my blog, and I’ve become addicted. In a week I’ve watched all the episodes. Should I have taken my time? Yes. Do I regret that I’m done? Yes. If I went back, would I do again? Without a doubt.

#9 : My Birthday 🙂

People of the Internet, I shall turn 16 on September 5th. And yes, that’s still summer.

So good citizens of the planet known as Apricot Land, that’s about it. What about you guys? What do you love about summer?

Live long and prosper \V/

Yours sincerely,

The Mostly Confused Teenager.

PS: my mom does not know that I have a blog.

Motivation, or the lack there of

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Today, I went for a run. I felt proud of myself for taking such initiative and… nah, OK, my mom forced me to go running with her because she thought that I was being too lazy. And I was! But it’s vacation, and I’m perfectly content being lazy. After complaining bitterly for a while, I sucked it up, pulled on my sneakers, and went outside to where my mom was doing some seriously disturbing warmup exercises.

As I watched her unknowingly traumatize me I wondered what the point of this was. Some of you will say that it’s good for your organism, and though I agree, I’m not particularly worried about my body. It’s fine, trust me. And then I remembered that my PE teacher had told me to sign up for track and field, so I thought, “why not start training a little early?”. And so, as I started running, my brave mom already huffing and puffing behind me, I felt a little surge pushing me forward. Motivation was sweet.

I blasted Survivor’s Eye of the Tiger out of my headphones and willed my searing legs to move forward (I’m clearly a bit out of shape). While my muscles were screaming at me to stop the insanity that I was putting them through, I reflected on the strange occurrence that is motivation.

There are all different kinds of motivation. I guess the kind that gets to me the most is motivation for the future. See, I’m a girl with a plan. I’ve had that plan ever since I was six. I will grow up, go to college and become a doctor. There have been obstacles in my way, and conquering them has just given me more motivation to succeed. Because whether my math teacher likes it or not, I will go into the scientific section of my high school. Take that you mean old witch!! Not. Crazy.

That’s motivation for the distant future, but you could also just want to get something over with to, say, go back to watching Awkward (two friends told me about it when they heard that I had started a blog, and I have become addicted. It’s bad guys). You could be motivated for yourself, or to help someone else. Anything is within your reach (except, sadly, finding a cookie the size of a football field, and… um… a couple other things) as long as you have the willpower to go out and achieve your goal.

Finally, you can have motivation because you love something so much that it alone is enough to give you that extra boost. And passion, ladies and gentleman, kangaroos and aliens, is the best motivator of all.

Having contented myself with these sort of (not really) deep thoughts I ran home and collapsed on the front lawn, where I promptly made myself swear that I would never put my body through that horror again. So much for that. But I’m not worried, motivation is not something that can simply disappear forever, I trust that it’ll be back to stalk me before too long.

Live long and prosper \V/

Yours sincerely,

The Mostly Confused Teenager.

PS: Sorry for the crappy writing tonight, I’m still reeling from that run.