Today I promised I would write to you my friend, as I know how it feels to be ignored, and to be ignored you will not.

Here is a log of my day, my thoughts and my weekneses.

7:46AM
I awoke 16 minutes ago and the condensation from my central heating has already started to devour the window pane, covering it and causing lack of visibility making the local lampost to look even mournful to the majority of Birkdale Ave.

10:17AM

I walked into a warm and somewhat misty computer room. I could not remember the transaction from my Biology lesson to History as my mind was filled with local newspaper articles and cats. I realised that hand wrinkles deepen when you clench your fist. I would also like to show that imperfections are beautiful to the minority, but perfections are beautiful to the majority, thus giving me a perfectly good reason to adore warts and wrinkly hands.

11:06AM

The start of the most psychically inquiring lesson. After being inspired by the beauty of common blemishes I asked various teenage girls and boys for scars. The main reason for this is that skin can be stitched as easily as common fibres, this I found is fantastic as skin can knit itself together naturally and be torn apart so unnaturally by hospital tools. It made me enjoy the beauty of my immune system and the bodies natural defenses in general that such a miracle can conduct in my body.
"Stabbing differs from slashing or cutting in that the motion of the object used in a stabbing generally moves perpendicular to and directly into the victim's body, rather than being drawn across it."

12:11PM

As my body cannot pensively carry out such coordinated exercise I sat on a hard bench, nibbling my nails for the 16th time in a week and worrying where my place was in an average public school. Whilst thinking of this I took various pictures.

An "average" line of normal conformist school girls surrounding a trampoline, yet one or two have the ability to bend the rules of gravity, step on a springy substance and jump as high as they can possibly make. I find the contrast fantastic towards people who are rooted, and those who are willing to jump within an inch of their existence.

I watched my fellow classmates putting mats away and it surprisingly reminded me of green fire ants carrying leaves in order to create a suitable shelter. I liked the idea of the students working together in order to cooperate for a final result.

1:03PM

I never thought hats could look beautiful on women, but now I do.