Revelations

Vivacity has never been my strong suit, and in my situation, all energy is pretty much being purified at the waste treatment plant because it's all down the fucking toilet. In spite of this, I've considered possible topics for my inarticulate tirades, in doing so discovering something very interesting in regards to the lack of vivacity.

People who are bummed, depressed, out of it, whatever, may be able to summon up a dreg of energy, or at the very least a small amount of mental strength to complete whatever tasks they have to do, in spite of everything else. I can't speak for others, but I found that after massive sleep deprivation (I do not regret those 300mgs of caffeine!), no food except for the meal, and being a bit bummed I still found the will, admittedly very tiny, to do whatever I needed to do. In this case, studying the shit out of Trig. Goddamn, I hate math.

This applies to a certain blog as well. Even though it's only been a few weeks, this blog and I suppose writing in general is the other half of the couple of things that make me happy. Expelling my thoughts really has had a therapeutic effect, and I suppose I want to keep feeling this happiness, which is why I continue to find topics to ramble about even when I have no ideas or am feeling like ten pounds of shit in a five pound bag. But I suppose I haven't been "true" to the blog (what the fuck is this, a relationship?) in the sense that I've been ambiguous towards things. To that I say...eh. A girl's gotta have some secrets.

I better stop before I start depressing you, my valuable audience of four people. We'll return to our regularly scheduled sarcastic ramblings on bullshit tomorrow, after I kick this trig test in the fucking teeth.

PS. Giant squids kinda look like penises.