Pretending to do any work.
Nope.
No, seriously, I don't feel any difference between sitting back at home, going through facebook and rpg forums and being in library and doing the same. Yeah, I know, I'm supposed to do homework, but... I've kind of did it? And oooh, I know the difference now! The chair here is so freaking uncomfortableeeeee. It's way better to be at home, on my chubby bed, resting my back into the wall or pillows and just, you know, chill. with the music in my room. And now all I hear is mumbling people around and I have phobia someone is standing behind me and reading this. Not that I'm not publishing it later anyway, but knowing how much I struggle with the grammar... seeing me right now should be quite fun. Plus, I really want to see if anyone wrote something about us on Yik Yak. Yes, I am that confident that someone watches us. Ok, that's not confidence, is it?
Anyway, as long as I did my work, I'm proud of myself. Like, really, I did a poem and I even like it. A little bit. Ok, alot. But I know it's not perfect. But as for the first try, it is. Totally. I rock this. I'll put it at the end of this post, cuz I want to make it a little longer without pressing too much "enter". So sweet of me, right?
Oh my, we just had like the totally awesome idea for original names. Ok, it's not an idea, it's just how you make ship names, but still.... Like, if I ship myself with someone named Alexander, our original name would be Judiander or Alexita. Damn it, sounds totally awesome. Guess who'll have new characters in her story! Oh, talking about story, sorry for not posting chapter 3, I still don't have it. But I do have an idea so when I'll be ready or I'll have nothing better to do, I promise to write it. Either way no one reads it, right? And I was banned by my dear friend to write creepy stuff, so I have to change my idea a little bit. Oh, what one can do for a best friend.... Anyway, let's not get away from my poem, k? It's a free verse, so, go on, judge it (DON'T DO IT I'LL BITE YOU).
Could you please not?
‘The
hair looks awful,
Your clothes even worse.
The hell is this?
These shoes are more than horrifying;
Please tell me it‘s just to make me more smouldering.‘
Yes?
No?
Hell, how should I know?
I love my hair,
Adore my clothes;
Please, walk in my shoes even for once.
Despiting this fact;
My stuff is just mine,
Why would you go through it;
When no one has
asked?
Hugs and butterfly kisses from the library x
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