The Ƨyndrome

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What’s up? I haven’t posted here for a while, so I thought I’d post so you wouldn’t think I died by munchkin terrorists or anything.

Today is Saint Pat’s day, and everybody at school wore a shade of green. Everybody who didn’t wear green got pinched. I don’t have a clue who thought of the whole pinching thing. Maybe it’s an Irish thing or something. So I searched on Google, and clicked the first result. It mentioned that when the Irish settled to America, they convince their kids that if they didn’t wear green, fairies would come and pinch them. (…) …What? How did those people think of fairies. Out of everything the world has to offer, they thought of fairies. Well it was way back in the day, and people’s excuses to make something cryptic back then included fairies.

You see, I can talk about the most simplest stuff, and drag it forward. I can talk about anything, but I never notice anything. I have problems on my own that I need to take care of. (but never will)

Everyone who didn’t wear noticeable green clothing, they made excuses. Green earrings. The green part of multi-colored hippy-dippy shoelaces. (how the hell did i come up with hippy-dippy) My friend didn’t have anything green, so I lent him a green necklace. I wore my green Callahan Auto Parts shirt. My friend forwarded a text that had a picture of a cartoon leprechaun mooning you with the caption ‘Kiss My Lucky Charm’.

I just realized something. Why not have St. Pat’s Day and Earth Day on the same day? They’re both telling you to go green. You can wear a fancy green leprechaun hat while doing community service and picking up pop cans under the interstate?

Meh, enough of green. Let’s talk about something else.

My old bus driver from last year. From my fifth grade part in a 5th/6th grade combo class. He rode my afternoon bus today. The fifth and sixth graders were very happy. The fourth graders didn’t have a clue what was going on. Then I thought about last year. I had the time of my life. I couldn’t wait to go to school when I woke up. Compare that to this year. I’d rather curl up into the fetal postition in a confined box for seven hours than be in school for seven hours. Sixth grade is terrible. Fifth grade kicks ass.

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…Now I don’t really have anything to say. This is kinda abrupt, but I have to go. And I think I smell bacon.