Paper & Pen

This one's for you, mjm, thanks for reminding me of blogger, my emotional stress release.

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.