I mean, I do adore the movies (the Peter Jackson directed ones and not the awfully animated ones).

I picked up the only copy in our house, held it in my hands and then remembered that my brother squashed a giant (but not Shelob-sized) spider with it.

Because of that I haven’t read it.

Technically the sun is white.

Cause I think I was busy playing Heart of the Swarm for like 7 hours straight or something like that.

I think I may need to lay down.

It is an analog clock, which means it ticks and tocks.

I think that’s fine, because old school rocks.

But it’s placed askew, and it puts me a foul mood.

I can’t hang in my room cause my bro has to sleep,

so the living room is where I decide I will keep.

Between my Uncle’s snore in a room nearby

and the tick of the clock up way high,

Fuck this.

It’s okay though. I’m in school library.

Colder than Vivaldi’s Winter Concerto.

That ship has sailed. In fact, all the people aboard had died of scurvy; the ship then caught on fire through faulty electrical circuits, hit a massive iceberg lettuce, and then sank.