Blimey. Couldn't sleep. Decided to blog. Mind's not working. Fingers are numb. Seems like making poetry. But, I'm sure this sucks.
It's already 1249 in the morning and I'm still preoccupied with the thought that I need to munch these sinful Koko Crunch Duo Cereals (Did I spell that right?) I'm not sure why I decided to blog about me pigging out in the middle of the night and blogging about me pigging out in the wee hours. Horrendous.
So then, I guess I'll just grace your mornings with my magical day, which ended strangely the contrary because of my aforementioned Koko Crunch Incident.
Anyway, I started this day in the happiest state I could ever endowed upon the sight of my family. It was cool to think that I woke up with a huge plastered huge grin on my face rather than my typical I'm-the-bear-of-the-day look. After some time, Mom decided to send me off to the supermarket, which fortunately made my day brighter and more interesting.
Decided to pop in on Powerbooks first. Grabbed some good readings like How To Be The Best At Everything (The Boy's Book), Newsweek, Bridge to Terabithia and The Chocolate War. Didn't finish all of them. Possibly human, I suppose.
Then, went to buy the necessary and asked stuffs. Went back home.
Surprised by Mom with my long-lost laptop. Some kind of peace offering for the fight we had last weekend, I suppose. Surprised again by Dad this time with a new Sueded Alice Crocs and other stuffs I dare not write here. Then, was busily occupied with the surprises.
At about 10 in the evening, decided to watch Bridge to Terabithia. Almost cried for the tragic sappy ending. Ate some cereals. Currently, blogging and pushing the mind off its limits. Going to stop blogging but, nearly forgot to tell why all of these were magical.
Guess it's clearly visible. Nuedlrnide! (Learned secret coding from the How To Be The Best At Everything book)
Listening to: Such Great Heights - The Postal Service
About
- Finella
- hi. i'm finella. i like a lot of things and i think i like to feel. i also enjoy taking long walks, and watching dolphins&other sea creatures, and going to museums, and being with a few people, and eating mexican/indian food. the usual stuff—art, music, books, russia, trains, airports, philosophy, psychology, and literature— intrigue me. i'm an engineering student (MS soon to be PhD) and i don't feel like one. and i think that's okay as long as i stay true to myself. i am very idealistic, but at times, like right now, i don't feel like one because i am an enfp. my only dream is to have a constant happy disposition. that's very idealistic and i'm quite pessimistic so i don't know.