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So like, I have nothing to talk about. gonk
Nor have I had anything to talk about for a while.

I do, however, feel obligated to write daily. I know I haven't been keeping it up, but I do try. 4laugh

I guess since there's nothing interesting in my life that I want to talk about now, I'll just write down each and every single thought that comes to mind. Please bear through the randomness and/or stupidity. 3nodding

You know what's weird? When you message someone, and you just HAVE to put a smiley, because otherwise, it would sound too serious.

I pity those who type too slow. Like, yeah, lots of people type normally, and lots of people type fast. I get that. But today, I saw this classmate of mine typing one key, by one key, by one key. Holy, it was even tedious to watch. sweatdrop

But oh, don't mind me, sir. Take your time typing.. each.. and.. every.. key.. one.. by.. one.

Yeeap. blaugh

Oh geez. Today was picture day, and dude. I'm telling you, I absolutely cannot smile in front of a camera. I don't like being in pictures due to my self-consciously awkward smile.

I'm all like, "Oh hey there, Mr. Camera.. Here to take a retarded picture of me, I see..."

And so I was sitting on the chair, yes, THE chair that you sit on during individual photos. I was all like, "uh.." and the cameraman took a picture.

Are you kidding? stare

So for the rest of the year, people will see my picture. How wonderful. /sarcasm.

Thigh fat. It's horrible. It's so hard to slim down your thighs. I mean, no one should want thunder thighs.

Heh, thunder thighs. Look it up if you don't already know what it is.

But like, seriously, thighs. Why are you so hard to slim?

Troublesome indeed.

Well, I could go on an on about body fat, because that is a girl's worst nightmare.

Not actually. I have plenty worse nightmares.

Two days ago, I had the most frightening experience.

I wasn't tired, no. I did, however, have to sleep.

There I was, lying in bed, when suddenly, these dark shadows appear. The shadows resembled people, and they just rose from the sides of my bed.

At first, I was a bit scared. And then I realized how real it was. I was awake. There were things in my room.

Soon after, I noticed this one figure, taller than the others, larger in general. All the shadows, including this one, started closing in on me.

I knew that it was my imagination, and that I just have to prove to myself that I was awake to make them go away.

I was paralyzed.

In fear.

I had this instinct that told me not to move, it told me to just stay still. It didn't let me move.

My body was asleep. I could send signals throughout my body, but I got no response. And I was scared.

I tried my arm. I tried lifting it. If it just moved a tiny bit, I would be okay.

You know when you're half asleep, and you can't really move? Actually no, you wouldn't know. I did this to experiment brain activity throughout different stages of rest. But anyways, you have to try extremely hard to get the slightest bit of movement when you're in this dead state. It's like you're trying to move something that doesn't normally move. Of course, body parts ARE supposed to move, so yeah.

Here I was, trying to lift my arm. I thought, I just have to try a little harder.

And I tried.

I tried so hard.

And fwoosh!

My arm flung upwards.

I can't explain it well. It was kind of like trying to push something that was stuck on a table, and then suddenly, the object detaches itself, and you end up shoving it meters away. Well, yeah, that's a pretty good comparison, I'd say, but in my case, there was no visible object. Just me pushing the air that apparently wouldn't move..?

Or it was like having powerful winds blow against the direction you were trying to move your arm, and then suddenly, the winds change directions, and aids you arm by SWINGING LIKE A BASEBALL BAT, or something.

Anyway, fwoosh, was what it felt like.

And sure enough, the figures dissipated. And yes, that word described what happened perfectly.

It was like the shadows were actually collected dust, and poof! It vanished.

I slept. I kept my memories. I was scared, but now I'm glad I got through it. It wasn't harmful physically, but geez. I was scared. I had never been so terrified in my life.