Quite awake
It has been over a fortnight since I last wrote in this journal.
I wish to cause myself to believe that there are thoroughly admissible rationalisations for my truancy, whether the once-copious but now-diminishing quantity of time passed with my Bellatrix, the renowned assiduity into one's studies the advent of examinations exacts, or the copacetic occasions of concomitance with Mr Black the Remarkable be to blame for my near-plenary contravention of this particular devoir. Yet I cannot prevail upon myself to attest to these vitreous expedients as veridical.
I apperceive utterly adequately, when I suffer myself to scrutinise my quondam avocations, that the genuine exposition of my apostasy is my neoteric revivification of my avidity regarding the surrogate tutelage I have arrogated from an abstruse provenance since the nascent of the summer.
And I would not have it any other way.
I wish to cause myself to believe that there are thoroughly admissible rationalisations for my truancy, whether the once-copious but now-diminishing quantity of time passed with my Bellatrix, the renowned assiduity into one's studies the advent of examinations exacts, or the copacetic occasions of concomitance with Mr Black the Remarkable be to blame for my near-plenary contravention of this particular devoir. Yet I cannot prevail upon myself to attest to these vitreous expedients as veridical.
I apperceive utterly adequately, when I suffer myself to scrutinise my quondam avocations, that the genuine exposition of my apostasy is my neoteric revivification of my avidity regarding the surrogate tutelage I have arrogated from an abstruse provenance since the nascent of the summer.
And I would not have it any other way.