I haven’t posted on here that much; ah, well. I guess my idea of being able to efficiently manage one was thus proven erroneous.
Alas, I’ve been feeling odd. Waves of normality, waves of sadness, waves of anger, I don’t even know. Maybe I’m just getting sick of having to wake up every morning at 7:00 just so I can go to some building filled with people I don’t enjoy, in which I learn nothing.
A couple days ago, I threw up in response to an entire class berating me- the teacher did not, obviously, but she still felt the liberty to apologize to me about it- mainly because [I think] they think all of my points are invalid because I’m “weird” to them, and they somehow assume that being “weird” is not only a topic in which it can be proven objectively, but that being “weird” is also “bad.”
I’m sick of it, I really am. But, I guess I can’t give up or anything. It’d be pointless.
In other news, I’ve been getting into acid/experimental jazz more and more. Could that somehow be connected to my shifty moods?
