Listless.

Note? I wrote this two weeks ago but apparently was in such a subconscious state that I neglected to publish it. But I am going to publish it, because I hate having saved drafts. For the records, I have an 84% in French now.

The irony and other rhetorical strategy I try to subconsciously employ have become ineffective. What do I do.

I have spent a lot of time in silence recently. Part of this phenomenon is my lack of original thoughts; part of it  is my inadequacy of self expression. Its almost interesting that to the people I feel closest to, I still can't find a way to sufficiently embody my thoughts in words. This could be a root cause for my 78.01% in French. Ouch.

Here is a collection of thoughts.
1. Acadamia
2. I have a calculus test tomorrow. I can't tell if I'm not studying out of pride or a subtle, listless depression.
3. I have become progressively uglier and egocentric. This is probably no good for anyone.
4. Serving is of utmost importance. My uncle told me that math would not fulfill my designated serving duties well.
5. Atrophying musclays
6. Indians
7. Abdominal muscles, and how to flex them
8. I suck.
9. Math team tryouts are this week. It seems as if many of the assessments I care about have been and are badly timed to the chronology of personal traumas, but I think these traumas are predominately self induced
10. Where did prayer go?
11. I hope that losing my straight A streak is a transcript change that will land THAT college in which I am supposed to serve.
12. Maybe I should have cheated in APUSH. Just kidding, but its not okay.
13. Losing, and other Tenth Avenue North