I'm burning my candle on both ends.
Staying up late, and waking for seminary;
It can only last so long.
To this, can I attribute my lack of posts?
No time to sleep, certainly no time to write.
But there is one;
One who has reminded my why I do this.
It is for you, my imaginary audience,
And you, those who actually read.
I've thought up so many brilliant ideas;
To speak of my onset of schizophrenia,
The way I live my life at school,
My recent re-affiliation with a part of my life,
But today, it is of old fashioned ink and paper.
With no time to write, there is no time to type.
I've found a solution.
Instead of being the fancy-pants typist I am,
I've switched to something more fun:
Writing.
Here it is; I lay down the tip of my pen to the paper,
And my thoughts are immortalized.
There is no "ctrl+z" in this world,
This world is of squiggles and lines.
It reminds me, none of this blogging is perfect.
Not only this, but I can write in class.
I'm sitting in stats, pretending to take notes.
Before I was in Lit. "listening" to a discussion.
In physics now.
By the way, I went to maybe 1/2 of my classes last week.
Oh well, I'm a senior.
