Freaking out over what is probably the millionth busted earphone did me some good. After tearing the wires apart and angrily dumping the bits into the trashcan, I went to take a shower and there I lost it. I don't know what set me off but I was feeling pretty shitty all day, so a meltdown was to be expected at some point. I whispered-yelled at myself about how miserable I am throughout the school break, unable to go anywhere and rotting my days off in the house that isn't even mine. Then I don't know how it happened, but my inner counselor kinda came out and told me you know what, if you wanna get through the 3 months of absolute boredom, you gotta have a goal. I thought about what I really wanted in life, but then realized it was impossible so then I came up with another solution; that is to set up small, realistic goals for myself each day. However small and meaningless those goals are, I have to write them down and remember to work on it.

I started planning as early as that night, first thing; I gotta take a nap. I know I was cranky all day that's likely cuz i didn't get enough sleep. Okay a nap it is then.
Next, find that one folder where I used to plan things and make mind maps to help me make decisions. This goal was not achievable because I think it's sealed in a box somewhere in the storeroom so no point trying to find it in all that mess. I settled with a notebook instead. Check!. Next, update this blog.

The biggest goal and prolly something I have to keep up almost everyday is to write a new story. We'll see how that goes.
Tomorrow's goal: get a fucking earphone!

I guess freaking out does have its good side. In my most irrational and bratty state, I manage to motivate myself. I took a nap, had a great dinner, and now currently working on the story. And you're damn right imma get some earphones tomorrow!