Alas, the Inevitable.

Now comes the inevitable time of summer where a rather discomforting fact that has been rather determinedly shoved away could escape my attention no longer : school starts in two days. And so right now I am feeling a little wistful, a little anxious, almost regretful that I have not utilized my summer into doing something that would constitute the smallest amount of productivity.

Of course, I've sashayed through artistic sprees, photoshop sprees, writing sprees, poetic sprees, Anne-Ricean vampire sprees, glompable anime guy sprees, Sirius and Draco sprees... ah yes, and who could forget the long talks I have with on the phone wherein we talk ages for god knows what, dissect a topic down to its bloody bowels, and then leave it to wither up and die, promptly attacking another misfortunate subject... and had any outsider been listening, they would have heard snatches of "toast the munchkin to black ashes", "badger-song torture", and "OH! I get it, you're talking about the BROWNIE thing" which would not make a smidgen of sense to them, but all the sense in the world to professional ears. XD

Those things, I suppose, amongst other things, have compensated nicely for my lack of enthusiasm for well, other things.

But tis a double-edged sword, a two-sided coin. Onto the side where I have left unpolished for so long.

I'm only *halfway* through Zero, A Biography of a Dangerous Idea, the "mandatory" reading assignment given by my maths teacher, and as opposed to my plan of completing 4 SAT simulation tests, I've only completed *one*, and I did each section at random intervals too, which doesn't really count. AND I was supposed to have gone all the way through differentiation and integration for my next year's Higher Level maths course, BUT I've only gotten not-even halfway through Differentiation. And here I am, faced with an entire junior year ahead of me. I am, quite frankly, how to say... freaked out.