So, this thing happened. I saw it on Bloggess (I worship you, in case you were seeing this) and I thought to myself, hmmm, maybe.
The book I picked up was The Bone Season by Samantha Shannon (which I was re-reading my favourite bits) and this is what the first line on page 45 is.
"The street that stretched in front of us was oddly wide"
This is sort of true. My (non-existent) love life has a quite a lot of distance to cover and progress. Or maybe that is just my (non-existent) poetic mind. I don't know.
I also had an epiphany of sorts when I punched a kid for making sexist comments. Don't point towards the cafeteria and say "shouldn't you be there, not here" next time. To anyone. Anyway, I have this feeling that in attempts for me feeling tougher, I hit people. I pretty crap at sports, and I don't know, being "tougher" makes me feel that more people will take me seriously. People anyway think I'm 11, so it really doesn't help
Also, watch the Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy. If you're not a true blue fan, or better yet, haven't read the books, watch the movie. While the movie is funnier, I find the book to be much more... detailed? It's not the right word but ish. Do both.
Getting in trouble. I'm a regular goody two-shoes (I know. BO-RING) and after a while, I got into trouble along with about 5 others for not doing work. It felt oddly good to see everybody's WTF expressions. But at the same time, I was internally freaking out (see post on Paranoia)
I made Nutella cookies today. They made me feel better.
Next post is a chapter of an untitled story which I may/may not continue on
See you whenever.
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