Nov. 11. 09
I find myself in the evil clutches of my math homework. It mocks me. It stares at me. It is screaming silently, “I must be finished!” And it takes all my willpower to ignore it.
Yes, my dear readers, I am staying up until 1:00 am to write entries for your enjoyment. You should be thankful.
As the title of this blog suggests, I am sardonic. I have a sardonic glare, a sardonic smile, and sardonic thoughts. I learned the definition of that word in 4th grade, and told my teacher. She has since then regarded me as an evil little child. Unfortunately, even I cannot disagree with her.
But, as this is my first entry in a fresh blog, I’ll just leave off my misery here, and go to sleep. Good night.