Cynical Musings.

Probably a bad idea for attempting to write while drowsy, but meh.

Speaking of "meh," that's the emotion of the day. I've been very sleepy since about 10 AM today, which leaves me very surprised that I haven't bothered crawling into bed for a short nap. I probably will sometime after this entry, though, as I'm feeling down and out as it is.

Yesterday was pretty routine... a Microeconomics exam and factoring in math. Not a whole lot to say there.

Today hasn't been good, but it hasn't been bad, either. Just one of those dull "in the middle" sorta deals. I helped Daddy cover the pool. Now when I look into the yard for the next six months or so, I'll get to see a nice grey tarp.

That's almost how I feel right now. Kinda like there's this grey tarp over me. There's so much I want to do, but I can't. And having to say no to it bums me out so much. Actually, I'll take it a step beyond "bummed out." I'm willing to say it flat out depresses me. Nothing like a healthy dose of "guess what you can't do" to make you feel warm and fuzzy inside.

I got to chase down that dose of fun with a 30/100 on my last Geology quiz. At least the one I took today, I was better prepared for. I don't think I've yet to pass any of those stupid quizzes. Mmm, bitter taste, how I love it so.

On a completely different note, it sure has been fun to watch the world spiraling out of control. At least, the city of Columbus seems to be disgruntled. We have no fuel at all, anywhere in the city. Not only that, I read that we had our 17th murder this year, and it was a random, senseless act. So when do we fall into total anarchy? I'm waiting on it.

...When you get to your Geology class and feel like crying your eyes out, that's when you know it's going to be one of those days.

If I weren't so sleepy, I'd go take a long, long walk in the cemetery. Leave my car in the front and walk the entire thing, checking out the dates and the names... looking at the faux flowers that'll never die. They hold more symbolism than simply showing somebody cares. The flowers will never die; the memories of the dead will never die. Maybe I'd go lay in one of the masoleums. Lay down and stare up at all the people sleeping around me. Read a name and imagine their life story.

I guess I'm morbidly, cynically depressed today. But yeah... It just wouldn't be me if I weren't.

I hope everybody has a good day... I'm going to try to sort out mine.