Tad different from an average day.

Yo.
Hopefully I'll be able to continue this new resolution, that is to update my daily encounters.
The day was kind of boring, but again, I don't expect anything more nowadays. The same old getting up late, having breakfast, then studying. I managed to study a hell lot of physics.
Then whether it was the weather or whether it wasn't the weather, I don't know, but everything was gloomy and damp. The humidity level was opressove, which effected my mood a lot. Deciding I would read I book, I ended up at my PC. Heh.
The morning was extremely drowsy, and I managed to swat it away uneventfully.
I don't know if you'd believe me or not, but seriously, the evening was uneventful too. Uneventful as it could be.
And here I am now, writing this.
I'd like to state something. You know, life is bad. Everyone knows that. The power of making it good lies in your own hands itself. And the very first step of feeling happy is to acknowledge even the bad things as good. I don't know how much sense that made, but that's how I put it. Even though it was one Dante's hell of a boring day, I managed to find entertainment. Like I do almost everyday, whenever I have a holiday. There are these little things - songs, pieces of writing,  texts from your friends which lighten up your mood - which are there to ensure that you don't die. I mean, not literally, but you get the gist right? They are not huge parts of your life - you forget about them eventually. Trivial things, after all. But think how they're your constant sources of happiness, admit it, you do rely on them to make you feel better. They're the things in our peripheral lives. :)
Okay, enough philosophy. I don't know how I managed to write that.
So, signing off now.
P.S. I didn't see any of my cats today. It makes me extremely sad.
Signing off.

It's so bad that it's almost funny.

I don't even remember the last time I posted. I'm such a bad person. I resolve to write and fail. All the time. I don't know what's gotten into me, but I don't feel like writing anymore. I can already feel/see its bad effects, evident in my inability to express myself properly to others, wrote my answers, or simply my journal. The last part was a lie, since I don't remember the last time I updated my journal either.
The whole point of writing journal/blogs is to express yourself when you're unable to do so by speaking. Also to reread these stuffs later on - maybe in the future? - and think about the old times. At least that's what my view is about them.
But all I do is lazy about and mope about how I'm a bad person and ultimately prove myself to be a couch potato, however much I try not to.
So, yo, I seriously need to write now.
Considering I'm having a writer's block, I'll just write my daily accounts, because I can't think up a proper story/poem to post.
So, this be it.