About me

The feeling of laziness that creeps in once I hit college is insanely crazy. Forgive the use of unsuitable adjectives and irrelevant nouns, but as someone said an average person like me have trivial pursuits in life – a monotonous existence that is thrown off track each time the bell rings. It’s pretty much like waking up…actually it IS like waking up considering most of my time is spent sleeping – in class and outside. The rare instants that I am awake are fruitlessly spent in proving my presence in class to the instructor in an attempt to satisfy the academic requirements of an institution that run on a clock that is ten years late.

The most interesting moment of my day is when I brush my teeth. The sight of foaming toothpaste and the noxious purple toothbrush that I own never fails to titillate my senses. There is very little that can shake me out of my constancy. Murders, engagements and proposals involving high profile actors, new movies, cheap movie spoofs with generous helpings of lewd obscenities or, for that matter, unfair trials and punishments. The occasional animator comes along once in a while and says something that makes me seethe and fume at the mouth and then ten seconds later I lapse back in pointless thought about ants and continue to twiddle my thumbs.
The failure and absence of all things romantic is a glaring mark on my otherwise gleaming record that boasts of achievements like eight shots of tequila followed by six of rum and the subsequent passing out. It is a truth that people bring up from time to time, much to my discomfort. Not because it hurts my feelings or anything, it is just that my friends have this nasty habit of speaking it out loud as opposed to just thinking about how they would speak it out loud. Their total disregard for making an effort at reducing noise pollution by staying silent is highly offensive. The effort to listen is tremendous and usually leaves me so fatigued that I have to sleep for the rest of the day.

After, ten long hours of disturbed sleep through the day, it is, indeed, a Herculean task to change and climb into bed for the night. The very act of having to fluff my pillows (they are stuffed with down…in case you were wondering) puts me to sleep due to the sheer exhaustion that it causes.

All this, at this tender age of twenty one is not what many men or women have been able to do. Give me credit. I really thi…..~snore~.