I'm not entirely sure why my blogs are invariably written around 11 p.m. Are the moments before I go to sleep somehow more psychologically stimulating than if, say, I had decided to write this after getting home from school?
I just realized what I said there. School drains the mental capacity right out of me, and writing directly afterward would only serve to get a sentence or two about how terrible school was.
I now pause to go on a mini-rant about school.
Don't get me wrong, I'm a good kid and stay in school, I don't cut class, I (usually) finish all of my homework, but something about the setting of an educational facility annoys the living hell out of me. I have somewhat of a creative and logical capacity for thought, I believe. My sense of logic and analysis is fairly adequate. However, the setting of school completely oppresses all of my sense of rational thought. Something about the aura of a classroom provides me with an all-encompassing sense of indifference. I can't bring myself to use the sense of logic and analysis that I typically enjoy. Teachers often ask me why I glaze over in class, why my in-school writing activities are less proficient than they should be, and why my participation is less-than-average. I don't know. School is a sedative for me. Fortunately, this does not extend to any sort of exams. In actuality, I am a very successful test taker and essay writer, but only when subjected to the pressure of an exam. I suppose it is only in conditions of informality that my laziness kicks in.
So much for a mini-rant. I had a great deal more to say than I had expected. Such is common in my advanced state of lethargy.
This week has been somewhat unkind to me thus far. The only saving grace from being in a terrible mood is the remaining euphoria of Junior Prom. It's actually quite the phenomenon, I had not planned on attending it until two days before. It's funny how fate steps in when life's got you down, isn't it? I had an excellent time, and even had a date! What are the odds? Me with a date?
Ha. Feel free to scoff. I know you will.
Anyway, it's high time I hit the sheets. Good night, all! ¡Feliz Cinco de Mayo!