What to do

No point to this blog. Just ramblings and fragments, pieces of thoughts that make no sense. I wonder if I can make sense of anything at the moment. I seem to be incapable of putting my finger on exactly what's bugging me, and that's a bit unusual. I think having too much time on my hands is a dangerous thing indeed. My mind wanders off into fucking left field where it does not belong. I should stay on my turf, within my known territory. Sit down, shut up and like it.

Or should I?

-.-

I lie.

I know whats bothering me.

Well, one of the things.


It doesn't help that I currently have pain from a condition that is causing the left side of my face to hurt, my lymph node to swell and my jaw ache.

I made a 104% on my last math test. Looks like math is going ok for now.

English class last night was hard to sit through, and my professor admitted that she got terribly lost in my last essay. She did add, however, that she again enjoyed my writing style and said the material was good...she just got a bit lost as to where my main point was and wondered which statement was my thesis statement. I know she's right, I wrote it half asleep the morning it was due.

I'm tempted to make this into a whine blog now.

I consider myself a very rational being, extremely stable and unswayed by the trivial matters most people freak out over.

Given this fact then, why is it that I can seemingly be upset over nothing?


Most seem to be anxious over something  and it really irks me when they over react over such small matters in life.


While I don't get anxious or angsty over the little "somethings" , I do seem to feel these emotions over the nothings.


Then who truly is the one sweating the small stuff?

Is it the simpletons or me?


See, you see what I mean now...my head is going places it shouldn't and talking weird shit.



My truest and innermost source of anxiety is hidden deep beneath all the other shit that I am worrying about though, and it's the ultimate drive for my stupid, near depressive state at the moment. It's like a furnace at the deep core heating all my other irritation.

Fuck

It sucks