Sorta Empty Post

I finished early with all the homeworks today and I thought I could bend my back a little more and have a post before I dive face-first into the vastly polluted ocean of pressure with occasional bubbles of har-har-har about twelve hours from now. That's a not-so-terrifying way of attempting to rename school but I'm wearing a shirt with a fish in it, and metaphorically speaking, I think I see me as that; we are all fishes. (Did I use the semi-colon right?)

I don't mean to make enough sense in this post to be considered normal. Let the fish metaphor sink in without meaning. (Ha-ha!) I'll have to admit I have nada worth posting about. I'm somewhat here just to say hello to this blog. Maybe I'll wait for Friday. But on the topic of Friday, I'm impressed with how everybody I know has decided on the co-curricular clubs they're joining. It makes me feel lost. I only have my eyes set on one club but what are the odds of me getting in there?

I'm a realist and that is all. I master self-deprecation when I'm not conversing with anybody. I can give you lessons if you want, but don't make me. That was lame, I know. Sarcasm's not my thing. I'm seriously quasi-kidding so don't think I'm some emotionally challenged self-hater. But I might need to go now. Who the hell knows what else I could rant on about IRL.

U, G, and H. I really think I'm gone now. I have no idea what I'm typing anymore. This train of thought was derailed from the start, you know? Ah, cliché. Whoever started that phrase anyway? I have a feeling it's a man. It's always men. See the abbreviated list of great people who aren't girls: Jesus Christ, No Name Plato, A. Einstein, I. Newton, A. Nobel, A. Capone, P. Gasol, J. Marsden, J. Green, B. Gibbard, C. Sugg B. Goodbye... By the way, to the person who continually asks what I'm doing, this is one part of what is.

Obviously. I'm not very goal-oriented.