Speaking plainly, there have been very few times in recent times when I have actually felt as expectantly slow, lazy or, as I greedily put it listless.
College, the old monument of unruliness, still feels like school – making me desperately wish I was somewhere else, in some crazy tree of wakelessness penning prose that only the other monkey in that tree could read. In this state of semi-consciousness I go to college, run about a few classes, make fun of practically every thing there is to make fun of, and then come back home with workload for the next day, finish that as quickly as I can, sit down in front of my ailing and service-deprived computer and start typing random emails, or chat with those few friends that come online.
And suddenly I never get inspired as much as I have always been. Suddenly old and painful memories flood me with the slightest of triggers and suddenly I find myself sleeping and wishing I could dream properly.
With the entire day's curriculum compressed and canned into paragraphs of wastage I find little else to say when friends, family and others ask me how my day was.
Whenever there was a little bit of excitement, the day is “AWESOME!!!!!!!!!”
And when there isn't, it was “Normal.” Which is completely true.
And for all I know, it's just my current state of zombification that's making me say it, but I have too many things in mind that I really can't say here.
And I have nothing else to say but, “But, whatever.”
