Today, as I was wading through four days worth of make up homework, I took a break to procrastinate. As I procrastinated, it randomly hit me that I'm a Junior in high school. And the more I think about that, the more I realized how much I've fucked up since my Freshman year. I could have busted my ass so I could graduate this December, but instead I have to take a full year next year, which means I'll have to put my big plans off until even later than I really want to.
And then I think about my big plans, which I've had since about sixth grade. For some reason, I've always wanted to move to Canada. I have a really good reason to now, but that's besides the point. My big plans are to get the fuck out of my hometown the summer after I graduate and relocate, permanently, to Canada. This will happen, even if it kills me. I think I'm finally realizing, though, just how hard it's going to be... and expensive.
All the money I had saved up at one point or another is mostly gone, and in the bank right now I have a total of fifty bucks. Which got me to thinking, I'm fucking terrible at managing money. I'm really bad about spending it on things I don't need, which is made worse by the fact that I never get any hours at my current job. I'm looking for a new job, but it's hard to find one around here. So basically, I'm financially fucked.
And not only is it going to be expensive, it's going to be scary. I've never really been outside my own little corner of this world. The more I think about my little town compared to where I'm headed, the more scared I get. Of course, I have a bit more direction with my plans than when they were formulated several years ago, and someone who should make the landing in a place completely foreign to me a bit softer. But it still scares me shitless. More or less, everything and everyone I've ever known is right here and I don't deal well with extreme change.
I'm just feeling... overwhelmed, and kind of like I'm running around in circles while accomplishing nothing. :sad:
And then I think about my big plans, which I've had since about sixth grade. For some reason, I've always wanted to move to Canada. I have a really good reason to now, but that's besides the point. My big plans are to get the fuck out of my hometown the summer after I graduate and relocate, permanently, to Canada. This will happen, even if it kills me. I think I'm finally realizing, though, just how hard it's going to be... and expensive.
All the money I had saved up at one point or another is mostly gone, and in the bank right now I have a total of fifty bucks. Which got me to thinking, I'm fucking terrible at managing money. I'm really bad about spending it on things I don't need, which is made worse by the fact that I never get any hours at my current job. I'm looking for a new job, but it's hard to find one around here. So basically, I'm financially fucked.
And not only is it going to be expensive, it's going to be scary. I've never really been outside my own little corner of this world. The more I think about my little town compared to where I'm headed, the more scared I get. Of course, I have a bit more direction with my plans than when they were formulated several years ago, and someone who should make the landing in a place completely foreign to me a bit softer. But it still scares me shitless. More or less, everything and everyone I've ever known is right here and I don't deal well with extreme change.
I'm just feeling... overwhelmed, and kind of like I'm running around in circles while accomplishing nothing. :sad: