For as long as I can remember I have been able to write and preform songs on the spot. I get that this isn't some uncanny ability, but it's always been a core part of myself. I also have ADHD, so the ability to chanel my fidgeting into music was and always has been importaint to me. But doing this constaintly througout growing up has made it so that I have now gained the idiosyncrasy of constaintly singing and hardly ever noticing it. Doing this also means, though, that because singing is so importaint to me, I have gotton(according to my friends) quite good. Most of the time when I'm causally singing without noticing that I am, I'm also pulling the lyrics and music COMPLEATLY out of the air. This means that I will be sinning(to my friends annoyance), quite well, without noticing, and if you ask me what the song is, I'll blush and say I made it up without thinking.

14:37

I feel so tired, but I must not sleep. Exausting, isn't it? "ha, ha, ha, ha, ha", goes the spider up to it's nest, to spin a thread and manipulate with string. Strung from the fingers on your hand, you can puppet the movements of a marionette with the ease of which you can puppet the tendons in your arm to manipulate your hand and Fingers. It is all a matter of practice. Work until you win, try until you fall, spin and weave until you have enough for a blanket. Or a net.

14:45

Outside it's snowing. I'll have to walk home through the snow soon. Maybe i should just sleep. I wonder what this place would do if it found me here, asleep.

Because of internet saftey or whatever, I probably should give as little away as I possibly can. On the other hand screw it. I go to a school in a decent sized city in Canada. For a few years we had the lowest math scores in our district. We also have a very low budget, because our school was built in the 70s. It means that all the walls are either made entirely of dry-wall, or large glazed bricks that make any sound in our hallways broadcasted to the every room in that part of the school. AND THE HEAT! We have no air conditioning units, so in the summer we barley have any work because of the temperture. Two people got heat stroke in my grade last year. There is only one room I can enter that's not sweltering: the decommissioned girls change room. Because we no longer have gym uniforms, there is no reason to ever use it(our teachers telling us to use the bathroom instead) and kids only ever sneak in to hang out somewhere private away from everyone else. It was always secluded because, being out of use, if you were found in the change room you got in a lot of trouble. The first time I ever went in was during a gym period right before summer vacation. I went in with two of my friends who also just wanted a break. As we opened the door and stepped inside we were hit with three things at once: 1) inside the change room, directly in our sight line, was a jet black vent. It was open. 2) once we were through the threshold, we were hit with an overpowering cold. It was a shock to go from about 33°c to -2°c with no warning, and the chill of the air inside never left the room. The hair on my arms stood on end. 3) it was very, very dark in the change room. With the minimal light from the doorway I was able to make out classic wooden and metal benches lining the walls, a mirror next to the door we had just opened, and an old, slightly rusted, plastic school chair facing the corner, before the door shut. It wasn't the-girl-holding-open-the-door's fault, but it is worth noting that she told me it "got very heavy all of a sudden". Anyways, after the door closed, we let out a choir of shrieks and sprang towards the door, fumbling to open it. Right after we got out and had a laugh, I dared a quick peek back into the room. I only glimpsed it but I swear the chair was now facing the corner. The rest of the day went by in a long sweltering trudge, but it was made slightly more interasting by our story about the change room. One of my friends was sceptical about the vibes comming off that place and told me she would need to see the temperture change before she could belive it.(I'm sure she wasn't aT aLl PeRsUaDed by the idea of genuine cold.) So we went back. When we opened the door the second time and entered, there were only two changes: 1) the previously open vent was now closed, and 2) the chair was facing the mirror. again the door closed on us and prevoked a near-identical reaction as it had last time. No one else had gone in. My favorite part of this is how, even though the hallways always managed to make the loudest sounds in the school, no one heard our screams.