*Whoosh*...!

That's the sound of weeks of low level worry flying away. Don't you hate it when you lose a library book? Oh gosh, it's just... well, I was going to say torture, but no, it's not like torture at all. Torture is painful, cruel and traumatizing. Losing a library book just causes a lot of anxiety. You can never completely relax because at the back of your mind, that little annoying voice is whispering "Library book... ook... ook..." (That was supposed to be a creepy echo effect. I fail.)

BUT! I found it! Woo! Joy!

Random subject change!

Sometimes, when I have song stuck in my head (which really isn't sometimes but always, unless it's a poem) I really wish that I could just start singing it, and then the world would turn into a musical and everyone would sing it with me and we'd do fun dance moves and just generally clown around like cheeky little bastards. It would be amazing. We should try arranging that. I can see it now... people dancing on top of the lockers, sliding down the railings while singing doo-op really intensely.

I should make that part of my fake religion. Because, I figure, if you're going to make up a religion, you might as well enjoy participating in it.

Which reminds me that I should be writing. I'm trying to do the whole appearance of Mr. Moos/ Hugo Roth where I turn him into the messiah and whatnot.

May Giffin be with you all. :)