Convenient-Werelith

I AM NOBODY, which is totally contrary of the original intent of being SOMEBODY, a shining individual in a sea of three-thousand. The actual words were printed very dynamically in red and black, in an unobtrusive font, on a business card that was impersonal but begging for sentimentality, for significance of its own. I have no clue what's happened to the card since I first received it, almost three years ago.  The saying comes up briefly in conversation--an esoteric joke. I remember my friend Jeremy placing it in a terrarium next to a pet lizard. The card did prove apathy to be a renewable resource. I guess we could all thank it for that.

Life has reached a whole new low in the "mundane" department lately. Bleh. Give me something to look forward to, please, other than, of course, Advanced Placement tests, which aren't much of a joy to begin with. A turn of events can't come soon enough...

Winter Formal was better than expected. I made a total ass of myself with feats including but not limited to the swinging of light blue sashes and kicking of the feet to near chest level. The thug rap resounded in its relentless sixteenth-note rattle. The electric slide taunted my coordination for the umpteenth time. The slow dances were slow. It was pretty typical after all. Typical but enjoyable. A few things, however, are slightly...amiss. Basically, I want an excuse not to make an ass out of myself for once, as obnoxiously cathartic making an ass of oneself at dances can be. There's something much deeper out there, swimming  out past