It's a Monday. It's true what a lot of people say about Mondays: They stink. The weekend seems to be going on forever, so I'm very tired all day long; school, especially, is a drag most of the time. Today was no different. Here's how I view the whole 5-day school week:
[[[[[ Monday: A drag and boring.
Tuesday: Pretty good. I'm usually fully awake all day.
Wednesday: It depends. Sometimes, Wednesdays will be Blur Days; I won't really pay attention to the day, and it'll be gone before I realize it happened. Other times, when I do pay attention to the day, I'll feel like the week is dragging out. This day truly is a "Middle" day.
Thursday: This is usually my most favorite day of the week. The weekend is close enough for me to see, but I still have one more day of school in which I have the possibility of outshining everybody else...again. I, also, have this whole day to outshine everybody again.
Friday: A good day -- not as good as Thursday. Really, the only reason is because it's my last day to do something better than anyone else. ]]]]]
According to my calendar, today was Drag & Boring Day. I sometimes wish my days could have something spontaneous about them, but it rarely happens. When it does occur, it's usually something insignificant; it'll be something like we get an early dismissal from school. It kind of happened today. Well, all that really happened was Drag was thrown out of the duo day. Because I was tired and bored all day long, school seemed to pass by quickly.
When I got home, I let my dog out of his room, and he jumped all over me like rain on a stormy day. However, instead of getting chills or being afraid, I enjoyed it. My dog was really excited to see me, so he automatically started playing with me; my fear of dogs didn't really have a chance to respond. I realized how silly I was being about fearing dogs; sure, they have the potential to kill, but it's extremely unlikely that I'll be killed by a dog. I know I'm safe around them.
Still, I haven't gotten over my fear of snakes. No, I've never had a bad experience with a snake before, but I'm not going to risk it. Also, I must confess that I have a fear of blood. Although it's not as bad as my fear of snakes, I still don't think of blood as being better. I think the reason I have this phobia is because I can't stand to see myself bleed; it makes me feel weak, and I hate feeling weak. Oh God! I'm just confusing myself now; do I hate blood, or do I fear blood? Now that I think about it, I'd say it's probably an equal balance. I hate me bleeding, but I fear seeing blood anywhere. The smell is awkward because it reminds me of death, and I'm not too fond of death either.
As you can see, nothing really happened today, but I decided to search through my mind for this entry. I see that it worked, so I'll definitely have to try this method again.
Here's to hoping tomorrow's entry will be just as good if not better.
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