Just chilling in front of bulkbarn waiting for my family to get ‘smashed potatoes’ and rice. On a normal day I would gladly go in and shop but I’m very eager to go home. All day Ive been gyped out of my homework time and I have a ton to accomplish this evening. Normally, I would also tell you a story of how this reminded me of something. Today, however, I don’t want to. I’m trying to teach myself how to talk without recalling something. It’s difficult, you know, to break habbits. So here I am, sitting in the cold, outside balk barn. I wonder what people think as they travers through the balk barn doors and see a lonely figure huddled by the door, typing away on a technological device in an elf hat. Yes, today I found my elf hat and I am wearing it again. Anyways, I wonder what is filing through their noggins. I doubt they think I’m a hobo. I don’t look grubby. I’m also wearing make up (no comment. This is not a normal occurance, I assure you). Oh. Here is my family now. There is no longer a need for me to finish this message. See ya!
Pondering ending in nothing