Okiroki

it's raining outside,my hair is long and I want it short. I look around for inspiration;my maths book is just next to me,as if he was shouting "Study me,please!",my wall is full of pictures of me and my friends smiling,dancing,making stupid faces... The rain goes down my window,the maths book is still there,but I keep on writing,that way I have an excuse for not feeling guilty. Have you ever tried to write?If you havent,you should,its one of the most amazing feelings ever,when you realise that your fingers are moving fast,very fast,but that you dont know what you are writing. The sun is shining now,the maths book is still there (somehow I was just wishing Id magically dissapear)and Im feeling ok.