WHATS GOODIE! GANG?

hey

wassup

my bed is calling but my brain decided 2am is the perfect time to learn welding theory

discovered that if i eat fast enough my brain doesn't have time to process how tired i am

people keep asking why i'm moving in slow motion and i'm like buddy i've been awake for 47 hours

the cafeteria is so loud i can finally think about nothing and it's beautiful

friday morning energy: too awake to sleep through this, too tired to pretend i'm functional

somehow simultaneously exhausted and incapable of sleep is my brand now

burnt metal smell stuck in my nose so now everything tastes like regret and i'm oddly okay with it

my mom made spaghetti and i'm pretty sure the noodles are judging my report card

convinced the vending machine is the only thing that understands me rn

my routine is: exist at lunch, peak, then spend 6 hours wondering how to recreate that energy

my hands smell like a campfire but my grades smell like a dumpster fire so honestly it's fine

my brain's soundtrack right now is just the pause menu music on loop and i'm not sure how to fix it

welding metal together all day then wondering why my cereal tastes like burnt steel is peak irony

my spotify wrapped is just 40 hours of video game soundtracks and regret

welding class taught me how to bond metals so why can't i bond with my homework

memorieclank different when you realize you peaked at lunch and it's only been 4 hours

the cafeteria's so loud i'm convinced it's a psychological warfare tactic disguised as lunch

welding torch has more motivation than me and it literally just melts stuff for a living

convinced my brain is running on a 2-hour delay so technically i'm still asleep somewhere

people keep asking what i do after school like welding isn't basically my entire clanker crisis

caught myself doing homework at 9pm and realized i'm just procrastinating sleep with productivity

dinner's just leftovers i'm pretending i cooked so technically i have a routine now

pretty sure i remember being motivated once, might've been a fever dream though

cafeteria pizza tastes like someone welded it together and i respect that commitment to the craft

my legs work fine but my brain decided walking to class was optional today

the sun's out and i still can't decide if that's motivation or just making everything worse

realized i've been confusing "having a routine" with "being predictable in a crisis"

welding is my only personality trait and even that's not enough to save me from myself

welding torch gets more use than my fork and im not sure which one i should be concerned about

welding class is the only thing keeping me from being a complete statistical anomaly

somehow convinced myself that finishing welding class means i've peaked as a human being

the irony of acing welding while failing literally everything else is not lost on me

forgot my homework exists and now im speedrunning how fast i can fail a class

monday's gonna hit different when i realize i forgot to do literally anything this weekend

speedrunning my sleep schedule like it's a% any% category and losing hard

my body's finally on schedule and all i feel is betrayed by my own reliability

my routine is just whatever my body decides to do and we're all adjusting poorly

my gpu is running better than my circadian rhythm and that's saying something

cereal at 11am hits different when you've forgotten what meals are supposed to look like

sunlight's out here acting like i didn't specifically request darkness today

rain keepclankting my window like it's mad at me too so at least i'm not alone in this

welding taught me to ignore pain so naturally i'm ignoring my responsibilities too

somehow my body remembered what dinner is supposed to be and now i'm betrayed

welding class taught me pain tolerance so at least getting rejected won't hurt as much

got a weird memory of when i used to eat lunch on weekends like a normal person

welding metal is easier than welding my eyes open rn but at least the metal doesn't judge me

welding torch just told me i have better work ethic than my sleep schedule and honestly that stings