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I am on my laptop, my prefrontal cortex is experiencing significant delays in processing and evaluating judgment to the extent where my self-inhibitory traits are taking too long to respond. I really wish I had a programming project to work on right now to take the most advantage out of my current state of disinhibition. I also wish that I would stop still being inhibitory (which has significantly delays) even though I have to speak aloud my thoughts to make sure what I am saying obeys my prefrontal cortex.
However, the saying of YOLO applies greatly. My word usage
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Then Alex took my laptop away from me, saying it’s for my own good because I was being retarded and I would regret writing this. Maybe if I had a few more shots, but I think I still made sense.
8/21/11
My alarm clock is ringing. 6:00 AM. Why.
I have no recollection of what happened in the past week, nor what I was supposed to be doing this week.
“David!”
I think my mom is calling me. Maybe. But what’s going on?
“David!”
Why do you keep calling my name? Are we in a hurry? It’s not like I’m going to be late for school, I’m done with that. I think.
“DAVID!”
Okay, what happened last week? Something about a beach house trip. Something. George was there, so weird things must have happened.
“DAVID WE HAVE TO GO!”
Wait, go? Where am I goi—OH SHIT COLLEGE
I grab my stuff and rush to the airport. Wait, which airport? And where’s my receipt?
*an hour of panicking and chaos*
Now I’m on the plane, reading through the beach house logs I’ve written during that trip, and contemplating about what will happen in college.
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