Wish hard.
I didn't go to school today, I've got the flu. And to all those noobs out there, NO, it is
NOT H1N1... so don't even let that idea pop into your little cerebellums.
So I'm feeling a bit crappy because I'm sick obviously, but I'm also feeling insanely relieved, because I don't have to go to school and be subject to Tarzan and all her ways that piss the hell out of me.
I mean, at least the animated Tarzan didn't swear, flash others or act like a slut. The Tarzan I know is just disgusting. I mean, seriously, if you just love flashing your undies around and dressing like a slut and thinking you have all
that when you most definitely
don't, why don't you just walk around naked? Why do you even bother with clothes, Tarzan, when you only wear the bare minimum of it? At least I know what you have in common with the cartoonTarzan, he probably had a head full of dandruff like you and I bet he didn't wash his hair exactly like you. I also bet that he doesn't wash his hands at all, but I bet he doesn't spit all over the place like you.
Oh, and don't ever touch me because I don't want to feel your disgusting hands on me, ever. And I bet the animated Tarzan doesn't go around grabbing food off other people, thinking he knows everything when he doesn't and screaming when a fly flies around his head. Unlike someone. And I have a name, in case you haven't noticed, so the next time you ask me a question by poking me or saying 'Oi', I won't respond. That's your friggin problem.
Sorry, this post just turned into a rant. I didn't mean it to be, but I needed to let it out. D: Tarzan's seriously pissing me off.
I'm sitting in the bedroom, looking out the window, doing parabolas. A couple of hours ago a white butterfly suddenly flew into the backyard and fell straight into a pile of weeds that we'd pulled up. I had a feeling I'd just witnessed my 2nd death of an animal (my first was watching a pigeon get run over. Not a pretty sight.)
It stayed in that pile of weeds for a long time. Maybe around 10 minutes.
I wished it'd get back up, fly away. Why do butterflies only live for around 2 weeks? Something as pretty as them should live longer. But then again, if they did, the risk of them getting caught and pinned to a board might be higher.
So I stared at that pile of weeds, willing that butterfly to get back up.
I watched the wind blow the white wings around, just visible above the green.
That was when the pretty white butterfly flew up and landed on the rosemary bush just to the left of it.
I cheered. Out loud. Thank God my mum wasn't in the house :P
And then I watched that butterfly fly away over the roof of the neighbour's house.
So, a happy ending.
Doesn't it make you wish that wishing hard enough could bring someone back from the dead?
Hey.
A new story concept!!!! :D
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