Formulaic much? Quote, ramble, end. So is how things are, as life remains wake, school, game, sleep. But as I browse through the Chronicles of Mindfuck, I realize that it's a lot less formulaic than I make it out. And maybe that's how things are today. Because from a distance, I see my formula. Four phases of the day. Because, sure, I've gone so far as to play three games for extended amounts of time today. But then, looking at the details of today, nothing's the same. Everything is radically different, even. I put it in the positive column. Because, you know, there's nothing less ordinary than paying attention through a sleep class, watching something decent in an unwatchable class, disrupting an interesting class, and ignoring an engaging one in favor of energy. There aren't many days when I can restrain myself from having a little post-lunch or when the person least angry at me is Adam.

I think the thing I'm most proud of that I did today was be obnoxious to Stella through the course of ten minutes, and interrupt randomly. Aggravating JP in the process.

Because today, while making Moss laugh and aggravating the rest of the room, getting condescending looks and comments, I realized something.

If I have any wisdom, then the old adage is true, because I truly know nothing.
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