What's the bet this ends up in junk mail?

Dear FutureMe, Okay, let me start this letter off with this: YOU SUCK. Why? Because the time is 11:00pm, and you (I? you? or perhaps the Royal We) have (y)our first exam tomorrow. Maths. And well, true to your legendary procrastination ways, you have not studied at all. Your ruining my life. I'm ruining your life. I wonder if I'll ruin your life ? Time for some changes huh? Yeah, change is a good thing. I was reading about the ego the other day (instead of studying farrrout) and basically, there's an idea that the ego consists of a series of salient/recent impressions/experiences. And thus, the ego is never the same from one moment to the next, kind of reminiscent of Mr WIlliam James and el yr 12 journeys speech thingamabob. And so, by the time you're reading this, you are truly a "you" and no longer "me", for I would have been eroded away by the tides of time. Yes, infact, the "I" which we refer to ourselves, without even thinking, would have died thousands of deaths. Change is good. Death leads to rebirth. Winter to Spring. It's winter again when you read this. It's sad how with age, I've become so much more succeptible to the cold. Or at least to my sensory and nervous system. I still remember the good old days, when winter meant wearing a thin jacket over the usual tshirt and shorts. Yes, our hands and feet were cold, but cold in a different way to the cold I experience now -cold in a faded and lowkey way. How are you coping with the chill old fart? Wearing two pairs of pants yet? The day I start wearing two pairs of pants is the day I resign to the fact that I've become an old asian granny. Anyways, enough of the small talk. Let's get down to business. There are a few things I expect you to have done by the time you are reading this: 1. Maintain at least a Distinction average. I know, a bit selfish of me considering I'm going to be a major drag on your distinction average, but seriously. I guess the issue here is I hope you've become a more responsible person, who is able to both play hard and work hard. I know we can do it, we've done it before. This depressing incongruity between knowing and doing is one giant motiff through our life huh? But slowly, I hope you have started to overcome it. I guess that's one purpose which we should work towards steadily, daily, until our very last breath -bettering oneself. It's funny, how last year I though uni would be such a great escape. It is meant to be parties, nights out, total bludge, but it's becoming obvious that uni is the exact opposite. And i guess my mentality towards uni work has only started to change, now, when it's too late to save first semester marks. God, I still remember the first month or so, where I'd stay out late at least once a week. Then the hectic last 6weeks, where I had at least 2 assignments due every.single.week. Girl, I hope you are managing your time better. If you are, then I'm damn proud of you, and you should go and reward yourself with something awesome. Like reckless internet shopping, or something. If you're still like the idiot you are today, then kick yourself and start to get your act together. Seriously. We can't survive in society the way we are going. That's the frightening thing isn't it? But that's also not very motivating at the same time. We are retarded clogs in this giant machine. But the question is, maybe we don't want to be clogs in the first place. Or we just aren't clogs. But rocks or some shit like that. And we belong on some cliff edge, overlooking the ocean, looking at the passing of time day in and day out, smiling at the passing of the sun. But that's where the analogy ends, because, unlike rocks, we need to eat, and a place to sleep, and pants to wear during winter, and have people to financially look after. Keane - A Bad Dream is an awesome song. "I'm too tired to be fighting, guess I'm not the fighting kind." Reflects the current dilemma quite well. I (you) was (were) never one to fight. I'll be long gone, but you - you my friend, would still exist (and I certainly hope you exist for a long and fulfilling period of time). Looking at it more optimistically, there's a purpsoe to it all. I guess I always forget that. We can always aim for a higher cause than the daily 9-5 paperpushing routine, because instead, it can be an adventure, a quest, into foreign territories. It's a learning experience, it's us sharpening our weapons for when we fight to take over the world. Peacefully of course. Still tutoring? Tutoring right now is such a dead end option, 11hours a week for not even $200. I could charge $35, and teach 5hours a week and get more money. Seriously, I (we) need to do something about this. I'm feeling more and more entrepenereal these days. The word money has meaning now. But there are always things that are more important than money. Like people, like living in contentment with a simple life. Back to teh expectations: 2. Get a fucking boyfriend. Geez. Love is so beautiful, and I'm beginning to wonder maybe beauty is not going to drop down on my lap while I sit here idly. That means being active. And yes, that means being social. 3. God, I hope you've become more of a social person. Get over this salesman mentality I have right now, where you're just talking shit to people and would not remember a conversation (or a name) if your life depended on it. Most people are good, and fun, and nice, and it takes time to get to know them. 4. Doing grade 3?4?or maybe even 5 in piano. All this nail cutting better pay off huh? I am working hard. You know how badly you want this, to be able to stop your own heart jay chou style. =D 5. have a better relationship with the family. Yes, love sometimes needs to be shown . Oh look at that, 11:53. And suddenly I am ohsotired, because tomorrow I have an exam and I should be studying. Maybe I shouldn thave stayed up to 3am for the passt week or so. Gosh, there are so many things which I am confused about right now. You know, the eternal questions. Superficiality, consumerism, versus the ideal. I guess one needs to strike a balance. Equilibrium is still a beautiful thing, unless you've found a theory which usurps equilibrium in its wondrousness. Writing this has made me depressed. There are so many things which I have been avoiding to confront. Instead, I pacify and waste myself away on the internet. It's like a tv now, just a glowling screen of mindless meaninglessness. Have strength. To Greatness, and Godlidom. Yours narssistically, You. (me)