Motivation

Or rather the significant lack thereof. I have done next to nothing today. *sigh* Sometimes, I really annoy myself. And today is one of those days. I really wish I could summon up some sory of motivation to study. I really intend to study for a couple of hours tonight and some tomorrow morning, but whether I will or not remains to be seen. Although the fact that I lack motivation somewhat annoys me, I really can't find enough energy to care beyond a "you're lazy" and a "what the hell are you doing?" when I find myself doing something other than studying. Normally, I can't ignore my little inner voice. Today though, oh today I tell it to shut up and it does. Quite a disturbing turn of events. Tomorrow, I'm sure, it will be back in full force and guilt tripping me into studying ALOT. *sigh* I wish I had motivation. I wish I could even remotely feel that I will do well. I wish for a lot of things. Silly Mare, if wishes were horses all beggars could ride. But they aren't, and they can't. Or, for those who prefer, if wishes were fishes all men would cast nets. Slightly incorrect grammer, but whatevs. Whatever floats your boat. Mare, the IB failure. Has a nice ring to it, don't you think? Perhaps I'll have business cards printed up. Anyway, I suppose I should off. One would think I could at least find the energy to start panicing slightly at the meager amount of studying I have done. But I can't.