/she makes me feel all fly
Blogging feels so unfamiliar. I have to say I am doing this out of obligation; or perhaps the nagging remorse that I am fermenting Internet bandwith space with a long stagnant blog. The only motivation which fuels my chivalrous prevention of bandwith decay is the need to um...whine incessantly about how my life is a burgeoning cesspool of emotional trauma, incompetent teachers and cryptic Mathematics. Damned Greek, I tell you.
Oh well. My only consolation amidst all this misshapen aspects of my life is my advantageous position in the class seating - inconspicuously at the back where I can exercise my rights to nod off during monotonous lessons or finish the exponentially snowballing pile of homework. It feels so good to procrastinate especially when you get the unfathomable rush of satisfaction when you barrell through all the accumulated work and complete it in the fraction of time it would have taken you, were you an orthodox homework do-er.
I really don't want to blog. Can you tell? I am painfully excavating words from the doldrums and stringing them into long, probably grammatically erroneous sentences while wishing I could be doing something which would perhaps invigorate me a little more - such as a frappe pursuit?
This might be my last post; like the culmination of all the verbal jargon I have been regurgitating to the world wide web. Perhaps I should address dedications to all the poor souls who have had to plough their way through anecdotes which piece together my rather purportless life. Knowing my fickleness and temperamental decision making, I might jolly well resign to shifting to another site some day - when I have been attacked by the inspiration to torment everyone with the mundanity of my life again.
But for now.
12:36 AM