I'd Rather Be Writing.

So, this is the phrase that pops into my head about twice every fifteen minutes on a daily basis.




Oh yeah.

...It's a tad chilly today.

I'm at school...and bored. Bored, bored, bored, bored, bored. Waiting for classes is quite droll. It takes away the very living essence of my soul. It makes me want to go to the alley and bowl. I even wish to crawl into my warm little hidey-hole. At school? No, I would much rather be hit over the head with a pole.