A Weary Man's Thoughts

These last three days have been a blur of activities, half of which I can barely remember.

No, not like that.

These were sober activities; the best kind of activities.
I'm talking about spitball fights, stalking people, the Lion King, pool, and hilarious videos.

Add flour and you've got one heck of an awesome and delicious weekend cake.

Alas, all good things must end, as school starts again tomorrow.
However, I can take solace in the fact that the week is shortened to three days, two of which are B days, in which Chemistry is my one and only academic class.

Enough about that.
Dwelling on the past leads not to the future.

Now I'm utterly exhausted, and for the first time since middle school, I may in fact hit the sack before 10.

*Gasp*

You may want to document that one.
Just kidding.

Please forgive my incessant rambling, the few of you that may be reading this. As my energy level diminishes, so does my rationale for knowing when to shut up. Thus, unfortunately for you, my sentences may grow a bit too lengthy and expressive; but the use of the semicolon will fix that. (Never will I ramble with incorrect grammar. It's practically a sin.)

So anyway, back to my main topic.
I can only hope the days to come will be as completely and totally sweet as the last few have been. I know they will be as busy as the last few days; especially tomorrow.
School, Spectrum, and Sectionals.
Why they all coincidentally start with an S, I don't know.
So does sleepy, which I will undoubtedly be by the end of the day. (More like exhausted, but I had to keep up the S theme.)

Without further ado, I bid the world, and by the world I mean the very few, if any, readers goodnight.

"Any voice not hers is undeserved to hear, every sight not her meaningless to see."

Luck of the draw.

Happy Friday the 13th!

Despite the superstition, today was a reasonably good day!
I aced the two quizzes I had today, had a half day in school, got to spend some quality time with my friends, and not far into my walk home from Felipe's house, Cassie and her family picked me up. (While on one of their back-and-forth trips to their new house, I presume.)

So all in all, not a bad day.

Tomorrow is looking mighty bleak though, I have to say.
An early Happy Valentine's day to all, I won't be able to say anything tomorrow, as I'll be away.

Happy is a funny word to mention about Valentine's, as mine will be anything but.
I'll likely be spending it alone, playing guitar, and watching the reruns of House that I strongly hope will be playing.
I have no Valentine this year, a first for me in two years, and it's quite odd, to say the least.

If there are any active readers of my blog, (which I doubt), there is someone I very strongly hope to be my Valentine.
But I seriously doubt anything will come of that, but that won't prevent me from hoping...

Anyway, to prevent myself from ranting, I end it here. To all those who will be spending Valentine's with the one they love, (this goes especially for John and Dan!), enjoy this romantic day!

"Her rejection of her past was the first, last, and only step toward her future."

*Sniffle*

The symptoms of my sickness don't usually inhibit my daily routine.
They annoy the hell out of me as I go about it!
Grrrrr.

I hate winter.
I'd gone a month and a half without getting sick, and finally my streak is broken.
In 50-degree weather, in February.
Go figure that one out.

So Here I Am

Well then, seeing as still no one reads this, it appears I'm talking to myself.

I'm insane.

And by mentioning and understanding that I am, I am not. A paradox, yes, but no insane man has ever acknowledged his insanity.

Anyway, on to the ramble.

Valentine's day is in 6 days, oh joy, oh joy, people in love expressing their love for each other.
Don't get me wrong, I love Valentine's Day, it's just I'm in the midst of quite a conflict.

It's kind of impossible, or rather, extremely improbable for my Valentine's wish to come true.
And I'll leave it at that. I've never been one for specificity in my ramblings, so I'm going to be as vague as possible.
Someone I hold very dear to myself is near unattainable, and worst of all, does not know of my inner torture.
Letting her know is not an option, as I don't dare to tarnish the wonderful friendship I have with her.

Yet she is my only 11:11 wish, every time.

"The amount of longing for his happiness grows with each mile put behind, and the winter's frigid wind etches a tattoo of her name across his heart and mind."