You know that primary song you had to sing every Father's day? The one that goes like this:
"I'm so glad when daddy comes home, happy as can be. Clap my hands and shout for joy then climb up on his knee." Well that song is currently stuck in my head, and you know why? Because my dad's coming home tomorrow. That's all.
I've turned myself into a zombie by reading a ridiculous amount each day. It all started when I was reading Pride and Prejudice and they used the word "fortnight" a lot. (a fortnight is about two weeks, by the way) Then the next few days after I finished reading Pride and Prejudice I kept reading a lot and I decided I wanted to keep reading a lot every day for a fortnight. Just so I could use the word fortnight.
Every now and then I try and imagine what people's inner animals might be. Once someone told me that my inner animal was a lion and I kinda stuck to that. So far I have given out the inner animals, a fox, a gazelle, a flamingo, and the cat that Esma turns into in The Emperor's New Groove. I've decided sometimes inner animals can be changed depending on someone's mood. Lately my inner animals have been Crookshanks (Hermione's cat), something dead that still has to get up and walk around, and Elvis. I'm just sayin', he's an animal.
Goodbye readers or whatever. I imagine I'll write again in about a fortnight.
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