I have no idea why,but I just feel like yelling at every single person I see. And I
am angry at ONE person for a real reason, which is the main cause of my anger. But only one person, which is actually kind of a pathetic excuse to be this angry. But sadly, you don't know the story. You don't....
But I have to cheer up, I suppose. I need to be cheerful when writing posts.
Today Salmah gave me an old Geography textbook that belonged to her brother, since I didn't have one. She specifically said "Sorry it's kind of tatty and torn , but I hope it's oka-" But she was interrupted by me going "OH MY GOD IT'S AWESOME"
Let me explain.One of the reasons I
love old books because they're used, and for some reason I find used things fascinating. I think it's nice how the paper's gone all soft and the edges are sort of folded. Maybe because sometimes in antique books there are occasional drawings or tears, and I always like to imagine what happened to them. I find it strangely amusing. The textbook was like this in many respects.
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| I would even use this textbook. Honestly. |
Anyway, the other reason (the less important one), is that all the activities were already done. And loads of notes were written down on the sides. So... basically, I didn't have to do much- at all.
Besides that , I have decided to write a collection of short stories in a pretty notebook I found in my cupboard. So far I intend on writing ghost stories (proper good ones, not the cliche ones that go somewhere along the lines of "I was in a haunted house, and there was a thunderstorm. Then a white sheet floated to me and said that he would haunt me forever!") but I can't think of anything yet. Any ideas, good or bad, will be highly appreciated, thank you. (Ha ha, like I'm going to get any.)
I suppose that's all for now, it's getting late, and I have to apologize to all the people I kind of yelled at. Goodnight.