-O'Neil
http://www.explodingdog.com/january2/mylifeisboringnow.html
http://www.explodingdog.com/january2/youresoboring.html
Seriously. Life is boring. Grade Nine is boring. Nothing’s happened so far. Nothing to say, nothing talk about except how much we hate advanced subjects. Nothing, nothing, nothing. This blog is going to go on quasi-temporary hold in a little while, unless life picks up.
Today was boring. Tuesdays often are. In music class we listened to some monks chanting plainsong. Photography is going to be UBER-AWESOME this year. I have a biology test tomorrow. I. Hate. Tuesdays.
http://www.explodingdog.com/january2/youresoboring.html
Seriously. Life is boring. Grade Nine is boring. Nothing’s happened so far. Nothing to say, nothing talk about except how much we hate advanced subjects. Nothing, nothing, nothing. This blog is going to go on quasi-temporary hold in a little while, unless life picks up.
Today was boring. Tuesdays often are. In music class we listened to some monks chanting plainsong. Photography is going to be UBER-AWESOME this year. I have a biology test tomorrow. I. Hate. Tuesdays.
This is going to be the last post about nothing. I promise. From now on, I’ll always have some central idea, some scene to describe. The blog needs to change, become not an obsession but an outlet. I was planning to shut this site down at post 200 (we aren’t there yet), but I have some ideas for what I’m going to do. I’ll let you know. I’ll keep you posted.
There is nothing left but faded light. I call on the sun.
1 comment:
Rereading comments: Amazing. First, that I was planning to shut down at 200, but actually stopped EXACTLY THREE YEARS after this post, just before 400. Second, that I managed to accurately predict the essence of Grade Nine at only a month in.
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