HAPPY BIRTHDAY PEEPAY. ♥
228 days until my birthday. Whistle, whistle.
I'm itching to blog. It's just that my patience can only toil for so long.
My keyboard is so retarded it hurts. Impaired keys galore, [1], [a], [q] [tab] [z] and [~], among others I have yet to discover. The only reason why I still get to type so properly is because I've been Ctrl+C- and Ctrl+V-ing the whole of this day. And I spent a good part of this day typing, mostly for forums and things for English. I wonder why people are researching on Ernest Hemingway. I for one typed out the El Fili activity our group prepared for the class.
As I did this, my mother waltzes into the room so gracefully and charmingly, as elegant, if not more so, as the mom in Peter Pan and yappers on like a bratty poodle about the things I didn't do last night, mainly because I existed.
Et cetera, et cetera, you juvenile delinquent, et cetera, et cetera.
I did a lot of "interesting" things today.
A lot of interesting things happened to me.
I'll tell those who are involved, who want to be involved, and who I want involved, personally, in glorious detail, tomorrow. <3