numbers and figures- they pull us apart

11:11

The time everyone starts posting their wishes and whatnot.
Thing is, someone posted something about their wishes during what was to be perceived as 11:11 at their side when it was only 11:09 for me.
Besides, I don't really see the point in 11:11 (even as I hopelessly dream on about it)
-says the person who wishes on 00:00 and various other timings-

Numbers are interesting.

Mooving on.
so.
exhibition.
yes i am excited can you just see my extremely happy face.
OCTOBER!
Halloween's!
The devil's own spawn and
reckless lines of
chalk.
Yeah. Chalk.
I miss everything that-
that used to be there.

Yeah.
It used to be easier.
Maybe chess woulda been better.
Rot there in the corner, fiddling with the buttons of the old chess clock and watch every single second pour away into a blitz, until the red flag's triggered.
What did we call it.
*do
 Flagdrop? I think so.
Stalemate.
Don't question me.

so there I was planning on a long and coherent and reasonable post but halfway there I gave up.
I think I gave up from the start.

Exhibition.
Right.
Nice, nice poem that I can't really organise into a full paragraph. I should really start concentrating.
but it seems so long since I've published a post.
SOOOOOO LONGGGGG.
I was planning on writing something decent, and there was a sudden idea for a play/prose (I'm rather undecided) and it was really good- at least, to me- and I was thinking about it on the car ride home, from loon's house- it's another thing but i liked the experience and even though i thought it as stupid. i mean, playing awkward badminton in the rain and yeah. it was fun. i like it. i still do.-

so i was listening (again, completely unrelated idea) to my playlist on my phone with my dad's earphones (i think they're for a different type of phone because-) and when it shuffled to 'What Makes You Beautiful' by One Direction...
well, because it's a weird earphone, so it practically cancelled out the vocals until it was only a very, very slight whisper and also removed some of the background music. I never realised 'Back to December' by Taylor Swift had such good instrumental-
so when I listened to 'What Makes You Beautiful'...
all I heard was the sound of the conga drums.
FOR THE WHOLE 4 MINUTES.

i love you, dad's earphones.

right. Exhibition.
I was all prepped up for it, and I bought supplies (nice, nice butterflies that were purple and black and kinda glimmering and also some ribbons) though I don't think they will be used.
still. it's pretty. sigh.
yeah.
and I've managed to complete a poem which I showed Jerry and it was meant for Yinny and it was kinda in the Halloween mood but anyways.
potato'd.

POSTMAN PAT.
yeah.
I love this show sooooo much okay the cat is totally sass and fluff and it goes like
'I DON'T CARE I'M A CAT OKAY YOU DO WHAT I WANT'
and it jumps up and down and everywhere and stuff.
and Postman Pat is just.

'I'M POSTMAN PAT AND I'M ON A SPECIAL DELIVERY SERVICE OOH DID I KNOCK YOUR POTATOES DOWN DOES IT LOOK LIKE I CARE OOH LOOK HEY CHICKENS HEY HORSE I LOVE THE WEATHER SO MUCH AND MY BADGE IS SHINY'

(I'm serious about this part. He polishes his badge. FOR REAL.)

I should avoid being so random and get back to work.
WORK.
sigh.
okay bye potatoes let me awkwardly slide away.
fats.
lipids.
lipase.
eoys.
screwed.
yay.