BrokenLogic

Home. It was only three months ago that I couldn’t wait to get away from it. Now that I’m back, though, I’ve realized just how much I’ve missed this place.

How much I missed my queen size bed with its huge comforter that I never wanted to crawl out of until two in the afternoon. How much I missed having a whole room to myself, with no (roommates’) piles of dirty laundry littering the floor, and no terrible hyphy music being blasted at all hours from all directions. How much I missed having a well-stocked refrigerator, and not having to trek all the way to the DC just to get something to eat.

Freedom is nice, but it’s not the be all, end all.

On a somewhat related note, I absolutely love winter break. As cliché as it sounds, I always feel like there’s something weighing me down during the school year. I can feel it in the pit of my stomach almost all the time.

I’m certain that a great part of it is of my own making. I have a terrible habit of never starting on any assignment until the last possible moment (the night before it’s due, or even in the morning, if it’s due in the afternoon). The result being that at any given time, there will always be at least one thing I know I should probably be doing, lingering in the back of mind, gnawing at my conscience, siphoning off the enjoyment of whatever activity I happen to be procrastinating with at the moment.

I could, of course, stop procrastinating. Easier said than done. If there’s one thing I’ve learned from high school, it’s that I have zero self-discipline. The funny thing is, I used to have self-discipline. I had it in elementary school. Somewhere along the way, though, I lost it. And I have no idea where the hell it is now. Sigh.

Since winter break began, however, this obviously hasn’t been an issue. In fact, in the past few days, I feel like I’ve been hit by a wave of… inspiration or something. It’s as if that never-ending cycle of schoolwork were a wrench thrown into the machinery of my brain, and now that it’s been taken out, the gears are turning again. And it feels great.

Wow, that sounded incredibly cheesy. My apologies.

Anyway, the best part of it all is that this overflow of creativity (*gag*) isn’t just spilling out into nowhere… I’ve had the opportunity to channel it all into this, um, project I’m working on. In fact, I think it has the potential to be the best work I’ve ever done. And no, it’s not version two of BrokenLogic.