Driving A Golf Cart Up a Fence

Things have been absolutely insane for a while as a result of my impulsive decisions.

Honestly, I haven't really been writing much due to the fact that should I truly write what is on my mind, the blog will be flooded with depressing poems and laments of a tiny little girl who could so very much be called Thumbelina.

Ah, now what does Thumbelina want to say? Oh right. By the way, no more symbolistic third person writing from here onwards. I've got a couple of tests tomorrow and a pile of homework but I cannot seem to feel the urgency and need to do my homework as of now.

Alright, maybe I have exaggerated the first sentence but it has really been an emotional roller coaster so I doubt that exaggeration does not deem as fitting.

PANCAKES. I really want pancakes now.

Carbohydrates in the form of a sweet treat and sticky syrup. All that butter. There are days where I can't decide whether I like waffles or pancakes more. I mean, pancakes are all soft and "buttery-er" but waffles are chewy and has this awesome song for it (Just search up "Do You Like Waffles" on youtube").

WOAH WOOOAAAH OH WOOOAH OH PIZZA BAGEL.

I need to type completely random things that can sometimes be deemed as "childish" by cynical and bitter people (who have decided to stop waiting for Peter Pan to appear at their window and take them away to Neverland) as I like to believe that keeps me from being less open-minded. Kids can come up with the best and funniest things ever and I'd give them my total respect if it wasn't for the fact that they sometimes like to kick you at the cashier counter queues in supermarket.

Somehow I think this idea to act like a young excitable child may sometimes backfire on me. Especially when I start clapping my hands on going "Yay!" when I see the rare Good Job stamp on my test on my worksheets.

Look, they are rare alright? Not every teacher still treats us like kids and stamp these bright green words when we do an excellent job.

I shall now go finish off the rest of my crackers and cheese.

Irony

This is the post in which I show you my attempt to give the almost-instagram (using a polaroid-esque phone app which is not instagram) to a stray cat.

AND YES! I am very much aware I have not been posting anything recently on this blog. I shall, however, not apologise for being greatly distracted by the feeling of being forgotten, school work and Homestuck in that order.

By the way, here's the cat.