Everything about you is so easy to love
I'm at Helge's now. He's playing nice songs on the guitar, Julie jjulie88 and Vilde cosmic_bambii are drawing and being artsy in genereal (and being REALLY good at it). I attempted to draw for a while, but miserably failed. I'm strangely sleepy, which is bad, as I'm going to Blitz later. Well, it's not really THAT strange, since I went to bed late and got up rather early this morning, but still. I've been constantly sleepy ever since school started. But it was great seeing people in my class again, especially during Religion class. The teacher had to leave early for a funeral, and I was all social with the girls in my class. They're funny. I love how the people in my class interact. Hee.
The atmosphere here is really relaxing and comfy, and since I'm sitting in a very comfy chair, I'm prone to fall asleep. I nearly did that when sitting in front of the fireplace earlier. But then Teh Cuteness Itself (aka "Julie") poked my head, and I was wide awake again. I aslo got to play with Helge's Wacom Drawing Board (or whatever it's called). It rocks.
I wrote the most miserable short story ever yesterday. I was ill on Thursday, which was the day most of the people in my class wrote stuff, so I had to do it in a room where the wall facing the hallway is made of GLASS. And people in the hallway kept making loads of noise and I tried writing funny stuff, then a short story about a guy who had to suddenly save the world, but ended up improvising a 4-page thing in about 25 minutes. It's a cheesy story about this mad professor woman who made a robot. She goes to this congress thing, and during the presenation of the robot she made, it deconstructs itself on stage, and she goes mad when the security robots come and gather the parts and shoots herself with a laser gun which just HAPPENED to be lying in her pocket. Jesus. I haven't written anything that crappy since like, third grade. Then again, my teacher MIGHT like it, since the language is good and there are no spelling mistakes and such, but wah. I'm not expecting anything higer than a 5. Agh.
Julie is drinking her coffe with ice
I'll soon be eating my chicken with rice
Vilde just needs Helge's toilet so bad
Helge is playing guitar, being sad
I'm only ranting and wanting to sleep
Going to Blitrz, I'll be meeting a heap
of cool and nice people who're rockingly cool
I love wearing hats that are made of green wool.
In case you wondered.
OH THE SLEEPINESS.
The atmosphere here is really relaxing and comfy, and since I'm sitting in a very comfy chair, I'm prone to fall asleep. I nearly did that when sitting in front of the fireplace earlier. But then Teh Cuteness Itself (aka "Julie") poked my head, and I was wide awake again. I aslo got to play with Helge's Wacom Drawing Board (or whatever it's called). It rocks.
I wrote the most miserable short story ever yesterday. I was ill on Thursday, which was the day most of the people in my class wrote stuff, so I had to do it in a room where the wall facing the hallway is made of GLASS. And people in the hallway kept making loads of noise and I tried writing funny stuff, then a short story about a guy who had to suddenly save the world, but ended up improvising a 4-page thing in about 25 minutes. It's a cheesy story about this mad professor woman who made a robot. She goes to this congress thing, and during the presenation of the robot she made, it deconstructs itself on stage, and she goes mad when the security robots come and gather the parts and shoots herself with a laser gun which just HAPPENED to be lying in her pocket. Jesus. I haven't written anything that crappy since like, third grade. Then again, my teacher MIGHT like it, since the language is good and there are no spelling mistakes and such, but wah. I'm not expecting anything higer than a 5. Agh.
Julie is drinking her coffe with ice
I'll soon be eating my chicken with rice
Vilde just needs Helge's toilet so bad
Helge is playing guitar, being sad
I'm only ranting and wanting to sleep
Going to Blitrz, I'll be meeting a heap
of cool and nice people who're rockingly cool
I love wearing hats that are made of green wool.
In case you wondered.
OH THE SLEEPINESS.