That my problem right now, I don’t have a schedule. I’m a planner, I like to know where I’m going and when. I like having things to look forward to, a play, a museum, a course, a day out to just take photos.
My schedule is fucked up. Nothing is ever done on time. Most of the things that I want to do never get done, and most of the things that I don’t want to do end up appearing much earlier than I would like them to. I can go months without ever completing a single thing that I planned to. I put things off like I have all of the time in the world, when really, I’ve spent seventeen years doing fuck all. What am I doing with my life? Is there a point to this?
Every time I try to schedule in some fun it keeps getting pushed back by other things that are so much more important—at least they seem more important at the time. I think fun should be able to go to the top of the list once in a while. Don’t you?
Schedules are the epic evil demon beasts, and they take the randomness out of everything, and they make you get up early. I had a friend who wanted to make a schedule for self improvement, and he tried to make me do the same thing, and even with all the schedules and all, it was never any fun anyways.
Agh. Every other response out of my mouth is always “I have to check my schedule” i am happy to have a busy one, mostly with work work work. but I wish sometimes I could have a little more time for me.
Oh my goodness. I cannot believe that my schedule is so constricting. Instead of giving freedom, I feel confined and trapped, a slave to this block of calendar. Schedules…appointments, dinner dates, homework. Whatever will become of me?
I was way behind schedule. I was supposed to be taking the trash to the city dump but I totally got distracted by this bicycle laying on the road. I was like, “this could be mine.” But the bicycler said, “yeah, i don’t think so. Quit staring at my bike.”
Thursday, pick up cat litter. Friday, pick up cat, and put litter on top of it. Saturday, dig a hole from the cat, grab remaining litter and fill the hole first so that the cat is on top of it.
Having a schedule is very important. It keeps you organized in your daily routines. I think everyone should have one. You can write assignments and what you need to do everyday. Its a friendly reminder for you to do tasks. Organization is the way to go.
If it fits in your schedule today, I would like to take your world and turn it completely upside down and show you all of the things you have been missing. Can I do that for you, just this once, because maybe if you see how it’s done you can do it on your own next time, and you would realize a never ending process of magic.
She scheduled, “The Beach!” Four days of walking on the beach, watching and listening to the waves- no matter the weather. Watching from inside as valuable as on the sand. And no matter what time of day. Sleep in or get up early. What ever is desired and needed. Ah, to schedule life every day the beach way!
I hate how everything has to run exactly on time, exactly on schedule. I mean if you think about how much of our lives are run by the clock it’s not cool!
Andrew’s schedule was his own worst enemy. So many of the meetings he was personally responsible for. Deep down, beneath his ticking brain, he knew this unmanageable anxiety was overdue.
I am always waiting, make no plans, don’t confirm any bookings, only make reservations that can be cancelled without penalty. My hold life is on hold – because his schedule is not locked in.
a schedule was all it took to undo us. a mild form of business and i was suddenly last month’s priority. i was once several ink notes in little squares, i wonder if i’m pencil now?
Schedule is one of those words that’s prononounced differently depending on where you live. Some places it’s pronounced ‘skedule’ while in other places it’s ‘shedule’. I must take a moment to decide which one I think is the correct pronunciation then I can nail my flag to it and champion its cause.
I looked at my train chugging off into the distance. Nothing to make you feel forlorn like such a near miss. Unscheduled mayhem for your schedule today.
She tried and tried but still couldn’t work out the schedule…the only thing she actually had time for was the 10 minutes she thought it would take for her to bleed out…
What makes a schedule really full? Huh?
No time to eat.
No time to sleep.
When friends are pleading, dying for more time with you.
When would-be partners are calling four times an hour, worried you’ve forgotten they exist.
When parents see the time stamp on that email and wonder what you’re doing to your self.
After all this I still can’t bring myself to reflect on my past week as busy, or occupied.
I made it out alive after all. Why not do it again?
I suppose I’m denying the inevitable, which brings me to procrastination.
I’ll get to that tomorrow.
we had all our classes together. what am i supposed to do, looking back at her old spot? will it stay empty? will someone new come fill it? everybody already knows she wont ever really be replaces, but what about seeing that empty spot in the front of the room? what’s going to happen to us?
I looked at my time table, and hers. We had five out of the eight classes together. her death totally ruined me too. what am i supposed to do now? she was my friend. i lost her. that bastard deserves to be just as miserable as us- he took her away. i’ll ruin him if i ever find him.
i’ve got to fix things and put them in little tiny boxes as to really show and inspect it. make sure they all blend well or it’s a rocky road ice cream cone with a surprise ending and a cherry on top.
hating to have to abide by the schedule sucks, there is nothing that can be done about it and that’s why it infuriates me. that i can’t do anything against it is the reason i refuse to abide by it. i know this is unwise and gets me into trouble, but i can’t help but do it anyway
Running. I’m always running from one place to the next, stopping only to perform a task or complete an errand. My schedule is packed tightly with no room for errors. Not even you.
i need to keep my schedule busy. keeping myself hectic has always worked out well for me, avoiding coming home till I’m exhausted and can finally sleep. the hectic structure of work and school is much more comforting than a unpredictable hectic home life. working my brain and body to the breaking point will help me achieve what i need to and get me where i need to go. if i don’t keep busy i get depressed, drugged, bored, lonely – too much time to think.
That my problem right now, I don’t have a schedule. I’m a planner, I like to know where I’m going and when. I like having things to look forward to, a play, a museum, a course, a day out to just take photos.
My schedule is fucked up. Nothing is ever done on time. Most of the things that I want to do never get done, and most of the things that I don’t want to do end up appearing much earlier than I would like them to. I can go months without ever completing a single thing that I planned to. I put things off like I have all of the time in the world, when really, I’ve spent seventeen years doing fuck all. What am I doing with my life? Is there a point to this?
Every time I try to schedule in some fun it keeps getting pushed back by other things that are so much more important—at least they seem more important at the time. I think fun should be able to go to the top of the list once in a while. Don’t you?
Schedules are the epic evil demon beasts, and they take the randomness out of everything, and they make you get up early. I had a friend who wanted to make a schedule for self improvement, and he tried to make me do the same thing, and even with all the schedules and all, it was never any fun anyways.
Agh. Every other response out of my mouth is always “I have to check my schedule” i am happy to have a busy one, mostly with work work work. but I wish sometimes I could have a little more time for me.
Oh my goodness. I cannot believe that my schedule is so constricting. Instead of giving freedom, I feel confined and trapped, a slave to this block of calendar. Schedules…appointments, dinner dates, homework. Whatever will become of me?
I’ve got a schedule. First this thing, and then that. When is it over? Do I ever get a break? Maybe if I schedule one in? That seems silly…..
I was way behind schedule. I was supposed to be taking the trash to the city dump but I totally got distracted by this bicycle laying on the road. I was like, “this could be mine.” But the bicycler said, “yeah, i don’t think so. Quit staring at my bike.”
Thursday, pick up cat litter. Friday, pick up cat, and put litter on top of it. Saturday, dig a hole from the cat, grab remaining litter and fill the hole first so that the cat is on top of it.
What the hell is schedule?
Having a schedule is very important. It keeps you organized in your daily routines. I think everyone should have one. You can write assignments and what you need to do everyday. Its a friendly reminder for you to do tasks. Organization is the way to go.
Wish I had one early and then am run by it after school — we need more fun less pressure
I guess its all about balance.
sharing, love and joy
peace
freedom to be truly self
If it fits in your schedule today, I would like to take your world and turn it completely upside down and show you all of the things you have been missing. Can I do that for you, just this once, because maybe if you see how it’s done you can do it on your own next time, and you would realize a never ending process of magic.
She scheduled, “The Beach!” Four days of walking on the beach, watching and listening to the waves- no matter the weather. Watching from inside as valuable as on the sand. And no matter what time of day. Sleep in or get up early. What ever is desired and needed. Ah, to schedule life every day the beach way!
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I hate how everything has to run exactly on time, exactly on schedule. I mean if you think about how much of our lives are run by the clock it’s not cool!
No schedule for today, he thought, just unrelenting work that taxed his muscles and subjected his brain to mind control.
Time is circular for me, maybe that’s why im always late. I keep thinking once it goes around full circle, then Im considered early in a meeting.
Andrew’s schedule was his own worst enemy. So many of the meetings he was personally responsible for. Deep down, beneath his ticking brain, he knew this unmanageable anxiety was overdue.
I am always waiting, make no plans, don’t confirm any bookings, only make reservations that can be cancelled without penalty. My hold life is on hold – because his schedule is not locked in.
a schedule was all it took to undo us. a mild form of business and i was suddenly last month’s priority. i was once several ink notes in little squares, i wonder if i’m pencil now?
Schedule is one of those words that’s prononounced differently depending on where you live. Some places it’s pronounced ‘skedule’ while in other places it’s ‘shedule’. I must take a moment to decide which one I think is the correct pronunciation then I can nail my flag to it and champion its cause.
I looked at my train chugging off into the distance. Nothing to make you feel forlorn like such a near miss. Unscheduled mayhem for your schedule today.
Ezza fla erflab shok fleis kadoolie flem flim fleem. Groblickitoof fassacue splim splam shok krakapow schedule. Erswale gersplimmidook larplamakass shok feenkoo blap.
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I saw the time fly, but it had no meaning… I have no schedule to my pacing or this madness.
I am my own man, I answer to no one and so I set my own pace mostly and let the hours and days fall as they will.
She tried and tried but still couldn’t work out the schedule…the only thing she actually had time for was the 10 minutes she thought it would take for her to bleed out…
Why have a schedule? It helps plan. It helps us fit into the short time we already have. But why not just do whatever? No–it doesn’t work that way.
My schedule is crazy! Two jobs, full time school, soccer games, and extracurricular activities!
Sometimes I can’t keep up, even if I run really fast! Maybe I need better shoes! Whooooooooooooooooooooa!
What makes a schedule really full? Huh?
No time to eat.
No time to sleep.
When friends are pleading, dying for more time with you.
When would-be partners are calling four times an hour, worried you’ve forgotten they exist.
When parents see the time stamp on that email and wonder what you’re doing to your self.
After all this I still can’t bring myself to reflect on my past week as busy, or occupied.
I made it out alive after all. Why not do it again?
I suppose I’m denying the inevitable, which brings me to procrastination.
I’ll get to that tomorrow.
Brenda was looking over her school schedule. She had the period with Orion — damn.
we had all our classes together. what am i supposed to do, looking back at her old spot? will it stay empty? will someone new come fill it? everybody already knows she wont ever really be replaces, but what about seeing that empty spot in the front of the room? what’s going to happen to us?
I looked at my time table, and hers. We had five out of the eight classes together. her death totally ruined me too. what am i supposed to do now? she was my friend. i lost her. that bastard deserves to be just as miserable as us- he took her away. i’ll ruin him if i ever find him.
as i sit here in the dark,
i’ve got to fix things and put them in little tiny boxes as to really show and inspect it. make sure they all blend well or it’s a rocky road ice cream cone with a surprise ending and a cherry on top.
hating to have to abide by the schedule sucks, there is nothing that can be done about it and that’s why it infuriates me. that i can’t do anything against it is the reason i refuse to abide by it. i know this is unwise and gets me into trouble, but i can’t help but do it anyway
Today’s schedule:
1.Self loathing
2.Suicidal thoughts
3.self destruction
4.muder
5.ICE CREAM!!!!!
Running. I’m always running from one place to the next, stopping only to perform a task or complete an errand. My schedule is packed tightly with no room for errors. Not even you.
i need to keep my schedule busy. keeping myself hectic has always worked out well for me, avoiding coming home till I’m exhausted and can finally sleep. the hectic structure of work and school is much more comforting than a unpredictable hectic home life. working my brain and body to the breaking point will help me achieve what i need to and get me where i need to go. if i don’t keep busy i get depressed, drugged, bored, lonely – too much time to think.
My schedule is always trying to fit me in but I never can make it.