Where is my mind,

Stop.

I am beginning to think I am coming down with something. I cannot keep my eyes open for a long period of time, and I have this tickle in my throat that occasionally causes a coughing avalanche that has lasted for up to five minutes. I hate being sick, but I am often sick. My immune system is probably just as cowardly as I am.

I digress, something else I am beginning to think is that maybe perhaps I should not have bought the new Pokemon on a whim. That damnable game has destroyed my productivity. Do you want to hear all about it? Of course, you do blog, you love Pokemon.

So I totes crushed the Elite Four, right? Then this guy, this guy-thing with green hair shows up and he's like "Yeah I'm the Champion now." and I was like goddamn this is Red/Blue all over again. HARK, I did it again.

I started writing a blog post and got completely distracted. Ugh, I have not even showered today and it is like almost six at night. What the deuce is going on here. Well, I do not know what to tell you, blog. Let me re-read what I have written here and we will see what the hell I was on about.

Oh, yeah, Pokemon. I don't know why I said HARK though, I seem to have left the post there. Whoops.

Ugh, now I was re-distracted by something that is not even Pokemon. You know, I am really easily distracted. If I was a small child today, they would probably diagnose me with some Attention Disorder. Are those things even real? I have no idea, maybe. So, it is Monday.

Monday is monologue, so I'm just gonna keep writing. I haven't the slightest clue when I'll stop. I am also unsure of whether or not I should use contractions within the confines of this blog. I do not particularly care for contractions but without them your writing can seem entirely too precocious. Well, for most people I mean, obviously if you are a forty-something interneteur then yeah, it's not precocious.

Obviously, come on blog. Get with the program.

So, let's talk about something for a little while instead of jumping all over the place. Yet here, Laertes? Aboard, aboard, for shame! The wind sits in the shoulder of your sail, and you are stayed for. Whenever I would try out for a theatrical role in high school, I would use that little monologue. To thine own self be true! All that jazz. Talk about precocious, no? Especially considering I was the sort of kid who took up Jules Verne and Machiavelli in middle school in an attempt to be seen as intelligent.

This stretching of my bounds did very little to help me. I read a whole bunch of books frequently cited as "Top 100" in Western literature, but can I remember them now? No. Could I decipher their message then? No. I remember thinking The Prince was some straight-up bullshit about being Italian. That analysis is not a very good one.

Now, I have to re-read a bunch of these texts in order to better understand the scope of the English canon, and you know, I feel ashamed. I am re-reading something I read in younger days, and the shame is associated not with the fact I am re-reading, but that I had read and forgot. I really do not agree with the adage "Better to have love and lost than never to have loved at all." Honestly, to never have loved would be an excellent thing, would it not? How could you know of loss without knowing love? I guess the idea is that the 'goodness' of being in love outweighs the 'badness' of losing it. Again, I do not agree. You must know the good to know the bad, but if you do not know good, how can you know bad? Is my point clear? I hope so.

I guess that whole argument is tied up in the tree of knowledge. Thanks, Eve. You just had to be tempted by that snake with legs, and then you just had to tempt man, and you just had to create Original Sin, and you just had to be a bitch. You already have the man's rib and then you stole his innocence. What the hell, woman?

I am sick. I do not feel well. This sort of feeling is very uncomfortable. I did not go to class today, but I will go tomorrow regardless. Tomorrow is French class, ugh. I have not watched all the films or written all the papers yet. I have also not written all my rhetoric papers yet either. I need to do that. Maybe I will do some of the French work tonight and tomorrow morning, and focus on the rhetoric tomorrow afternoon.

Why am I telling you this, blog? You do not care. You are not even a person. I am going to take a shower now, so deal with it.

I am afraid to grow up, but it is something I desperately crave. How annoying.