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a sunny day, and a slightly shitty day it was, as i write, sighing inwardly with deep regret for unregrettable events. and the wireless spot that i found on the tip of my aunt's bed a few days ago isn't working tonight, cotinuing Today's dark plot to darken my day, another regretful sigh.
the darkest event that has happened to me today is that my favorite machenical pencil broke. snapped on the tip, where i had clicked to write for the last four years. or three. it was a yellow mechanical pencil, with a poor dinosaur named Pric on the top, blowing a saxophone. it was my sword...

and i don't believe that breaking of a favorite object is a good omen. unless it's the breaking in of a vault full of gold with a sign on the door saying "Take Me," i hardly consider my situation lucky. last time i had to lose my pencil, it had suddenly dissappeared from the ugly face of the Earth one day during IT class. that was frustrating. i looked everywhere for that mechanical pencil, a thin, wooden one, everywhere, everywhere, and had found absolutely no trace of it. that was a sad, confusing day for me. not to mention frustrating. and now that feeling is overwhelming me slightly... i tell myself, at least i have the pieces of my pencil. oh, my yellow dinosaur pencil. why hast thou broken? thou breaks my hearte along withe thee...

on a brighter, and slightly creepy note, my cousin is sleeping beside me with her eyes open. creeepy.

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