Tick, Tock, Your Fixed...that's Not...
Sitting between the fixed perplexities of reality and the variable inconsequential laws of nature, I type frantically with no theme in mind. I could gripe at my lack of readers, my inability of writing, or the fact homework makes the world look like an unwelcome plane of existence. Ugh. Go figure, I'm procrastinating. I spent the day speaking the same things other people spoke last year, answering questions last year's test takers answered, and am now about to perform the same math problems of my senior peers. Amazing how I am learning the same things as everyone else a year before me today. Tricky variables of my life; ridiculous fixed issues of my existence. How fantastic.
I'm not being very funny am I?