oh, incentive

You could call it a lack of interest. You could call it (as do most teenagers in America, I myself being guilty of this resortion) a.d.d.. you could perhaps call it an inability to stick to something once its been started. But I know for a fact that the reason I have not touched this blog in what feels like forever is because the world around me has simply sufficed. My human story has been exquisite as of late. Therefore, I do not feel the need to document my feelings and revelations in attempt to release some sort of passion or discover myself, so to speak. I have been particularly content. The company I have kept certainly has much to do with my pleasant predicament.
I have also found myself to be rather busy with ordeals that prioritize higher on my list than this here blog. For example, my summer reading will truly be the death of me. The human story is an extraordinary piece of literature, but a bleak and unpromising challenge for those who, like me, claim to have a.d.d. Therefore, AP world history class is already getting me down.
I have also been engulfed by the glory that is Ludwig van Beethoven (sonata pathetique, mvmt. 1 to b precise). Piano has become a close and comfortable friend to me recently (this including 2-5-1's and all that jazz).
And above all, placidity has become the friend to me that writing once was. Both make me feel a sort of creature comfort, but placidity is one that requires little effort of myself. It sort of just falls into place. Suffice to say, school is vastly approaching, and I am academically unprepared as can be. I do, however, long for the teeming walls of all that is Dr. Phillips highschool. For now, however, I must wait. Wait and work. And enjoy this newfound pleasure known as happiness. Not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse. Sianara.