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ICONATOR_d7c5aa76368eaba6e98d72f4a5db32a6I have nothing to say. Nada. All out of ideas. There you go. That’s a post, right?


Its not? Fine. Be mean then. *mutters incoherently* But, remember, you asked for it.


So, any one catch the “longest eclipse for another 105 years”? I got up at 5:30 am but all I got to see was a big ol’ bunch of nothing. Yup. Nothing happened here. Nothing happens here.Ever. Except maybe the Venus Transit thing.

In other news, we’re going back to our school tomorrow for its annual (since last year) Carnival that’s held on the school’s founder’s birthday. They basically raise money for charity except only the students of the school themselves and their parents and siblings can attend. No outsiders allowed. Doesn’t make much sense does it? But that’s our school for you. I remember they once charged the athletes (participating in the Annual Sports Meet) money for sand. Seriously, I am not kidding you. The throwball team (which Fuzzy and BWC were a part of, I can’t play to save my life) was once yelled at becuase they wore their team jerseys with their skirts because they didn’t match.* Doesn’t matter that they won the game. *shrugs* And that is why we moaned about school so much. I could start listing all the crap. But that would take forever. Stupidly enough, I miss even all the rubbish they would do to us just because it was so fun to just sit and yell and complain about them. Though, I’m pretty sure that College won’t disappoint us in that aspect.

I found out a couple of days ago that the time between school and college is known as the ‘Seven Week Itch’. Interesting ( Not really, but yes, Now you know). I wish it would just start already. Hopefully, we’ll have more to say when it does. I even looked “This Day in History” and you know what, Nothing happened today! Nothing interesting anyway.

I shall leave you now. My mum’s yummy pasta’s a callin’.

Here’s a poem I like.

Any Morning

Just lying on the couch and being happy.
Only humming a little, the quiet sound in the head.
Trouble is busy elsewhere at the moment, it has
so much to do in the world.

People who might judge are mostly asleep; they can’t
monitor you all the time, and sometimes they forget.
When dawn flows over the hedge you can
get up and act busy.

Little corners like this, pieces of Heaven
left lying around, can be picked up and saved.
People won’t even see that you have them,
they are so light and easy to hide.

Later in the day you can act like the others.
You can shake your head. You can frown.

— William Stafford

It so good.

Later.

* I hope I got the facts right. I remember everything properly.

PS: I’m so bored. Someone kill me!

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