I am so bored
You know, I always thought it was interesting how some people only write about out-of-the-ordinary happenings. Psh, yeah, not like that’s me or anything…
Well, today I am writing about something so painfully ordinary you may not even want to read it.
Yes, I probably should have saved the warning for the end.
Now it doesn’t even matter what the heck I’m writing about.
The thing I’m writing about is the fact that I am bored, but that probably no longer matters, as I’m having a little bit of fun with this post.
My fourteenth birthday is in two weeks, but I’m not so much worried about turning fourteen as I am about starting high school.
DUNH DUNH DUNH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I know. That was random.
But it was fun.
Why am I separating every other sentence, you ask? I’ll tell you the short answer, which is
I don’t know.
I guess it just looks cool.
Sigh.
Huff.
Cough.
Achoo.
MBWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!
That was random, as well.
I think I should stop before this post gets completely lost following the winding trail of random.
Wow.
Gosh.
Hmm.
Huh.
What? It’s fun, okay?
Plus, it’s completely harmless, except
mabi too thah dateereorashin uv my brayne.
Nah.
The news from that limerick city
Though not abnormally pretty
And though sometimes random,
Like toads on a tandem,
Is needed, though quite itty-bitty.
“Toor rul lol loo, gammon and spinnage, the frog he wouldn’t, and high cockolorum.”–Jack Dawson (a.k.a. the Artful Dodger), Oliver Twist.
Something beautiful is about to occur.
THE END.
There it went.