179: Birthday Girl
I am impressed with myself for being awake 19 hours of 24 on my birthday. These are the only 24 hours in the year where I feel special and can truly experience exhilaration and contentment.
Sad to say, the first day of school was on my birthday (I won’t say that my birthday was on the first day of school but chiasmus haha) and I had three assignments due this week, two of them major assessments. At least they’re out of the way now.
Check out 180: Easel of Memories (Stocks Prize Assessment) for the short story assessment that I turned in today.
178: Today’s My Last Day
Last day of sixteen. Very upset that I did not get the chance to enjoy it but hopefully seventeen will bring me more fruitful memories and amazement. It’s sad to think that this will be the last post that I tag #sixteen .
This is the longest hiatus I’ve ever had. Thank past me for neglecting holiday homework duties and honing all creative ability for the short story portfolio that’s due on Friday this week rather than the blog
Literature combined with elements of music makes for a furious pianist on a (computer) keyboard.
175: Little Things (3)
I love making holiday plans for myself in utter, dark silence while the ticking of time keeps me sharp and the muffled voices of the actors on the television in my parent’s bedroom remind me of being alive and the concept of consciousness.
Lost my thoughts in the last few words to be honest
174: Little Things (2)
I love walking through a deserted plaza in the cold early morning with the sunlight beaming down upon my likeness as I clutch a glowing English report from my favourite English teacher.
173: Little Things (1)
What I really love on a Saturday morning is skipping through freshly mown grass peppered with morning dew and last night’s rain, and seeing the moisture glisten on the tops of my favourite pair of black canvas shoes.