It’s another day in the bag of cats full of chickens.
That is to say, I am sitting in the library at university, preparing myself for the inevitable point of the day where I throw my hands up into the air and declare myself lost beyond all forms of redemption and knowledge, forever floating throughout an empty vapid space by sliding along the carpet through the motion of one foot lifting, moving forward, then making contact with the surface underneath me, followed by the other foot doing the same thing, repeated for however long it takes me to get from one location to another if I so choose to travel in that manner, as there are other ways of getting from one point to another, but that is beside the point that is trying to be made at this particular point in time, of which there is no point to make and I am merely procrastinating without too much use of sesquipedalian loquaciousness; something that is rather unfortunate, now that I think about it, as that would make for a much more interesting read than what I am doing right now, which is just one really long sentence with no form or meaning beyond “I’m stringing together what I can in an effort to make it seem that I’m more profound than I actually am”, whilst a beat plays itself out in the phones of the head on my ears into the receptors and bone-like appendages (unless they actually are bones) that are located within the drums of my ears to help me hear the sounds that are being played out of my headphones right here, right now, because music is something that I thoroughly enjoy, unless it is not music that I enjoy.
And there was a bit that I enjoyed a fair bit.
I’m wondering as to why I bother wearing shirts on cold days.
That is to say, a shirt, for it would probably be more effective to wear multiple shirts at once, although it is not that cold, although it probably is in the mountains, where the temperature is usually lower than it is in Sydney due to reasons that I don’t quite understand (although I probably do [I think]), but perhaps it doesn’t matter as I’ll be having a sleep tonight and getting the rest that I should at night, but not before studying and hopefully seeing some people and learning and studying and listening to more music and banging away at the keyboard attached to my laptop, but not without copious amounts of procrastination, fascination, elaboration and desecration in a nation that has flagellation on its list of cancellations.
Perhaps I should just stop this and get to studying as I don’t have too long before I have to go to classes anyway.
But then, this would be far too short and I wouldn’t know what to do with myself because I don’t know what to do with myself.
Yep. Definitely going to study.
The time it took to write five-hundred words: 08:18:66
Faster than yesterday.
I feel I’ve been a bit too neglectful recently, so hopefully I can up the output again.
Written at uni.