I guess, sometimes, it’s all about the madness of things. The blight nature of minds, the dark convulsive inevitability of thought that, like gathering immensity of storm clouds, is ominous and grim. The way we discombobulate, disintegrate and diminish in our own thinking, wallowing in the mess of defecated thought, and tumbling and haplessly scraping at the mud-built walls that crumble under our desperate grasps. We’re all but helpless, but there’s more to helplessness than meets the eye. It is said that in helplessness we are humans, the way to say that we’re mad because we’re people, and a more complex mind with untapped potentiality that is buried by utter idleness is, by far, the undeniable reason why we’re all crazy and demented.

In insanity is where we feel like shit, and when we feel like shit we’re humans. That’s what we’re meant to be; wallowing swine in the mess of our defecated thought.

And all of the above, goes to say, that Exams Week 2 is making me a nuthouse, and since I’m already hands-full trying to ward away squirrels that try to make away my macadamia set, placing an extra pair of problems on my shoulder wouldn’t help.

I wish my dad would understood, at least. I need a break.

(Not that I really need one; I’m still slacking and procrastinating as ever, but it’s the exams and I get to whine and that’s the gospel truth of truths).

I’m typing this in the brother’s room, and it’s been a long time since I actually spent time typing at the table I used to argue with my brother for, under a fan that have kept me cool in the reign of my brother’s tyranny (I exaggerate, but in a sense I’m not quite doing so). It brings back memories. Of 8 months ago. And times before that.

How I don’t miss it (muahahaha).

I’m here because the laptop is in repairs, which rendered me completely entertainment-less, and while I’d admit that it is the best thing to happen during my examinations, it sucks. No freedom of when to surf, what to surf (admittedly there are things I can’t surf here, some due to lack of software) and where to surf (no surfing and gaming on bed… bummer).

The exams end this Friday, with a paper I’m actually clueless about. And I only have a day to prepare. And it has something to do with maths.

Maths.

Shit.