The fact that today is Tuesday
is not really a fact, because in the true sense of factualness, today is Wednesday, and in some parts of the world, it is actually Thursday already. ooooooooooooooo deep eh. Talking to a co-worker yesterday while we were "supposed" to be "working" (whatever that is) I haphazardly mentioned that we are now closer to the year 2020 than the year of our birth (we are both 21). She said that was deep, I said that was merely a non-subjective observation. Is public perception of 'deep' degrading, as most things pertaining to the public are. And perhaps more importantly, will I ever cease my incessant asking of questions subsist? It is starting to annoy even me. Also, why does the word 'sick' suddenly hold such importance in my vocabularly, I hate that word and its slangified connotations. And why do I keep saying "disgustingly awesome" and "a le de"? And why don't I make even more random incoherent journal posts, knowing full-well that no one reads my dribble, and so I don't have to worry about people reading this and realizing that I am indeed, an idiot, despite what i project myself to be. And finally, why am I sitting here after my midterm writting said dribble, when should be walking towards Isaac's to witness the battle a le de bands? Which I'm hoping Old Toby, my friends bands, wins. ciao.