We rolled down and across the soft blanket of dewy grass ; laughing breathlessly as our limbs tangled in a knot of messy intimacy.
ohkay heads up. this is gonna be a post of reflection.
nah. just kiddin. i hate reflective posts. i mean; no offence. i'm sure they great fun to write but you know; its kinda personal at times. more for the author than the readers. it's just the heat gettin' to my head. i think. ohkay. what i probably meant to say is; dang; it's so bloody hot these days.
can you believe it? there's one puny week left of holidays! well technically there's a buncha more days than a week. but still. oh there's this thing about me. in any case, i love waking up late on mondays. for all you cute lil' pessimists out there; it translates to i hate waking up early on mondays. so you could like, start school on tuesday and lemme have my sleep-in on monday; i'd be as happy as a clam. probably.
ohkay but i suppose it doesnt really count on holidays; since i have my sleep-in everyday. i'm deader than a doornail before 9. but it lets me sleep at 2 plus on the night before.
so there's this other thing about me; i'm much much much more active in the night than in the day. nocturnal; yes i honestly think so too. maybe i'm minority of the nocturnal-peepos from the past. you know; ancestry, lineage, family-tree shyt like that. hoho(: wouldn't that be a blast. i wonder if they had smashin' late night partays cos they can't; you know- sleep in the night.
then in the morning when the first ray of sunshine hits earth; they jam the music and retreat to cobwebby coffins. hmm. oh wait.
shoot- ain't that the wrong story. it's the vamp thing. ugh. cobwebs. i hate insects/ i mentioned that before, didnt i? a whole post of it too. ):
so uh. late night partays and morning comes; no, they won't meltz in the sun (note: when saying "melt" always add the "z". not to be zany cos i don't quite think i'm all that zany'; but to give it the sizzling effect of an object meltingz. poo.)
so like i was saying; they won't melt(z) in the sun when morning comes (grahh; i realised it takes me bout 3 paragraphs to get one puny sentence across cos i keep stopping with parenthesis(s) and notes like this one.)
LAST AND FINAL ATTEMPT.
'hem. anyways; like i was saying (three times already, no? hey shoot. i just stopped myself midsentence with another parenthesis and note.)
*fizzle*
i assure you i shall not stop for the world now.
even if a satellite falls out of orbit and crashes into the house.
(dang; i love phineas&ferb. )
well.
like i was saying, they won't melt(z) in the sun when morning comes because, well; they aren't vampires. silly. did you honestly think they were? in the morning; if they do not get their desired 'sleep-in'; i'd reckon the next best place to 'sleep-in' is during lessons& plenaries. but yet again; you didn't really hear me say that. and besides, i honestly did not sleep during the plenaries. i took notes. and listened. and doodled. but that was whut everyone was doing; i swear. at least those sitting around me were. (i still think that was their intended effect when they gave us notebooks with no lines. no lines, i tell you. it's the equivalent of probbing an artsy-fartsy person with a newly sharpened pencil) anyway; boooottomline: the notebooks with no lines were meant for doodling. i mean; a sharpened pencil; a blank canvas; a plenary going on in the background. i mean; they were good plenaries.
anyways i sooooo have to catch ghosts of girlfriends past. jennifer garner is the coolest! first in alias; then in daredevil, and then elektra. butt-kicking roles; all of 'em. she's the greatest(:
i mean; get real- who gets to be the cia's dead-on spy PLUS a superhero all in one lifetime? shazaaam.
