Hello.
It's 1:33 AM. I can't sleep. So I thought I'd write.
How are you? That's good.
So, my topic today shall be "Annoying Habits of the Boys in my Grade" (or maybe just in general.)
So, fist off, you have the Birdcall. They blow into their hands and make bird calls. It's annoying and quite frankly isn't cool. (Though I have to admit that it's funny when someone gets in position to do it and says "Birdcall! Birdcall!") The killer part is that they do it during class, which is pretty disruptive and really Bleeps the teachers of (<- reference to Paranormalcy).
Then there's this thing where they feel compelled to crack their knuckles excessively and quite loudly. It's downright disturbing. I don't know how to explain it other than using onomatopoeia, (and since I have relatively no dignity, I'll humour you). Crack (Pop)! Crack (Pop!)! Crack POP POP POP! There. Happy?
I know I am! (Sarcasm, people! Use it!)
They also talk a lot about White Ops. I was talking to a random girl in my grade (I actually don't remember who) who said that Purple Ops is bigger than COD (Call Of Duty). Red Ops IS COD! I mean, if she had actually listened to any of the guys's convos, she'd have realized Pink Ops (So darn girly!) is actually COD and not a random video game.
But enough about Birdcalls, knuckle popping, and Green Ops.
Time for something a bit more serious: Letter writing.
I'm all for sending your heart in an envelope. I mean, snail mail always kicks emails sorry derriere. But what I love more is not having anyone to send my heart in an envelope to. So now I have started a collection of letters to my future self and a group of letters of things I wish I could say to people. There is currently one letter and the person reads this blog and depicts himself as lovely. He's also my husband (Yes, you! Bones! Get it Lexi?). I probably should delete that last sentence because that will be bring Mac around with his pleading ( I always give in eventually unless it's against my morals) and then he'll read the letter then he'll realize how much I over think things. He has no idea. But I'm too lazy and tired to edit this 'cuz it's almost two AM.
But letters...
Do you feel the same way? Do you think this counts?
Opinions?
Cool.
FandA
Rex
It's 2 AM and right now I don't love anyone (Taylor Swift reference? Anyone? No?)
(BTW MY COMPUTER IS LYING! IT'S 1:59 AM ON FRIDAY NOT WHATEVER TIME IT THINKS IT IS! SCOUT'S HONOR!)
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