The only English line of the relatively creepy Japanese song I was listening to two songs ago. Funny as it is, I am bored. Out of my mind.And although I was sure I wouldn't bother posting here for another week or so, here I am, bored. But this blog was created to lift my boredom and it has been my almost diary like thing for two years already? I don't know and I don't care either. I just realized thanks to looking at my school-diary or whatever I should call it to no cause confusion that all cryptic messages I am giving my future self will be in vain for I managed to forget why I wrote the number 751 in my school-diary...about fifteen minutes after I had done it. Obviously my memory is improving. Leaving my horrible memory aside I shall also mention that Madly was a very sweet darling for stalking K and I. It was very amusing to listen to her talking about it and although the impression of what was happening was more fail than it should've been, I still found it funny. I now own a socially awkward penguin in English class. Or at least that's what I decided considering I drew a small penguin in my textbook. After our sort of weird English class I rushed off to my who-knows-how-many-have-there-actually-been-but-it's-still-a-lot pole vault competition. And there my coach rushed me although I actually got to compete about an hour later. Well, my competition was sort of average. I actually managed to run properly this time(which is sort of a miracle considering I could feel that my leg was going to start hurting and the other leg had two nice gashes from Monday's practice), but of course, who would need their hands? It's not like they're important or something like that. Pfff. Oh well. Considering that I am now not so bored and constantly sidetracked, I'll try to keep things as short as possible. Although I actually am just afraid that I won't remember the topics I wanted to rant about. One topic I actually remember is actually not a rant, it's a simple statement: I'm a scent pervert. Enough said. Also Windy told me just know that she managed to dump a pot filled with rainbows and donkeys on her head. because obviously I can't say colour(that sounds off) oooh, I remembered now that it's called paint. Never mind. And I have now nothing to rant about. Except that my timetable is boring. And I like robots.
Meow,
H.
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