I'm running out of ideas for these things. One hundred words a day may not sound like a lot but it really is when it is EVERY day and you just want to curl up in your bed and snooze until you're forced to wake up to go to hell, otherwise known as school.
I thought I'd just come up with an idea every day and everything'll work out fine, but I oversestimated my abilities with this thing, which is quite surprsing to me because I never overestimate with anything I do, ever. That way I'm never disappointed with myself...okay, who am I kidding, I'm always disappointed with myself but that's not where this was going.
I guess I'm just a bit tired right now and it's becoming annoying how repetetive every single bloody day has become. I'm going into the bored stage of the half term now where I'm pessimistic about everything...people never see that side of me, but it's there.
Okay, this post has literally no direction with where it's going. Oh well. I'm just writing what I'm thinking because I really can't be arsed to think of anything that's even remotely interesting right now. I know, aren't I good at this whole blogging thing.
To make sure this wasn't a COMPLETE waste of your time, how about a joke?
What do you get if you drop a piano down a mineshaft?
A flat miner.
Until tomorrow, toodle pip.
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