Winners Never Quit - Pedro the Lion

Sunday night at my parents' house, finishing up laundry, working on my Acting I journal, I'm having difficulty coming up with reasons for going to class tomorrow, or the next day, or the day after. I've hit my mid-semester disillusionment and can't seem to pull out of the nosedive. As always, there is ample fuel to feed the fires.

And to think, I felt as though I was on the verge of some epiphany earlier this week. Something I wanted to blog about, but now I can't even remember what it was about. Just one more faceless victim crushed beneath the endless parade of banalities. Get up, do your dharma, eat food, go to sleep. I cherish weekends not for the break from school but for the time I can spend with people I care about. School weeks are just so....empty. Nothing I do there matters. The system attempts to sustain me with spoonfuls of air, and even though I know it's useless, I must pretend I enjoy the void. I know somewhere there are diamonds hidden in the shit-heap of society, but to find them, I must wallow through milennia of triviality.

A shame my abnormalities didn't manifest themselves physically. At least then I could get a job with a circus.