First day back and I can't write...

Yeah, you play the cello and you have perfect pitch. And you can speak French, ohne Akzent. I admire that. Why did I write that? German class, tick tock, breakfast: Ugh, the vegetable cream cheese is watery. I suppose I'll settle for scallion today. The weather just smells like Spring. I'm so excited I can't contain myself. What a mess! I want to say something, anything, but I can't. What I mean is I can't say anything that'll mean anything real. The depiction that comes to mind is the translation process of forming amino acids from genetic information, it's a beautifully mechanical and regular function that has got all its parts working to create a fluid and functional result--that's what I'm not doing. It's hard for me to formulate a flow of words that makes sense, to articulate exactly what it is I want to say. It's probably my limited capacity and incapability to do so, but it might just be that the words I want to say can't be found, but I guess it all comes back to my limitidity. Not a word, but blogspot doesn't correct me. Looking back, this is probably going to be one of those posts that I read over and say to myself, Geez, what was I thinking? Was I? This makes zero sense. I sucked. I think I think too much, and when I think too much I just ramble nonsensically because all I've got is all these thoughts that don't amount to much more than a mess of entropic Quatsch. So excuse me, dear future Grace.

It's time for lunch or something like that.
The ACDC should try rice pudding. Ehh, actually maybe not. I'm sort of afraid of what'll happen to the conception of rice pudding in my mind afterwards.