Sunday, 29 April 2012

Boredom is boring.

Hola, world.
It has come to my attention that sundays are boring. I found this out 'cause it's sunday, and i'm bored. As I am most sundays..yay.
I have no idea what to write, but I feel like typing words. Words are good. I like them.
I think people who know me well may appreciate me putting my words down online, it saves them having to listen to them. Their eardrums are probably thanking blogs for existing as I type.
I love music. I actually think I love music more than people most of the time. Music's easy to understand, rarely leaves you feeling extremely confused, and doesn't complain if you interpret it the 'wrong' way. It's also there when you need it to be, no explaining, no questioning, just waiting for you to get completely lost in. I love that.
Tomorrow may be a more interesting, and slightly less philisophical (yeah, right) blog day. Hopefully. I'm guessing it's unlikely to be more boring. Thumb twiddling and sleep are only good for so long. Like metaphors, they're good 'til they're not. It's like, metaphor, mnetaphor, metaphor, boom! confusion.

This is enough waffle for one day, my poor little brain can't think of much more to say. Not stuff you'd want to read anyway. Probably.

au revoirr :)

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