Beach of War

Well, I figured I'd write since I don't want to start my homework, but I've nothing else to do and unfortunately, just within the last 40minutes, my great ship of "Obstinance" to The Sadist in the Sky seems to have crashed ashore. Hopefully I can get her back into the water to continue traversing the sea, but it's not easy. To extend this metaphor, I've got an ocean to sail, a long, torrentuous, mind-numbing ocean ahead before I reach the Promised Land. I'm tired of sailing on an ocean. I know my destination, I know what awaits me and it is relatively good. But I just want to skip the sailing and get to the far horizon. Chemistry and Spanish, for instance. They're driving me crazy! So much to know, so much to keep in mind. I can't logic my way out like in Math or make things up like English. There's just so much with note ven the deceny of a chronological system like History. Just a jumble. And not a fun "dorfidenb" one either. It would be so nice just to skip college and get on with the final 50 or so years of my life.

But as time travel is not available, my only recourse is righteous indignation. Things aren't perfect and it's not my fault. It's "The Creator's." It is the fault of that warped, sadistic individual who came up with this twisted little reality of ours. Albeit, there are some good things in it, but it could have been perfect! And it's not. Thus, I have to battle reality and despair and right now, the "weapon of choice" in this duel of will is anger. It's not right, it's not fair, and I won't stand for it. So I won't comply with its demands. There is no room for negotiation.

On a ...different... note, last night/this morning alternated between pure terror, hope, fun, frustration, and mainly exhaustion. I stayed up until 2AM working on my History work. And then, what do I get from it? My teacher doesn't even take up a lick of it! We run out of time and everything! After all that work. It's just not right! I'll do it eventually, sure, but it just won't be the same... Ah well.

Time. It's a peculiar thing. But that will have to wait until next time...