One more day until exam results come out. Very scary. How scared? To the extent that last night I had a dream that I got A for Physics, B for Maths and C for English — or something similar, anyways, I got one of each, A, B and C. (Man, right now there’s this moth which is attacking my leg. Very annoying. How annoying? Every-so-often, I have to move my legs to deter it from landing on my leg, because it feels funny)

Today a became a Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtle, minus the Ninja and Turtle. Today arrived the tasty Apple Keyboard, and guess what you little Apple Fan-people, I don’t actually own anything Apple. It’s weird how Apple-Fans like to fend off people who are mutants; people who use a fusion of Apple and non-Apple things. (Apple and Linux fans are basically are both at the polar extremes of fan-boism. They stick to their guns and defend their claim that ‘theirs is better’ even though they know they’ve lost. Lost two hundred and five times.) So basically my reason for buying this keyboard is because there was a sale, priced at $49 — which is $23 off, which is 31% off. Basically, it was an impulse buy.

The Keyboard

The keyboard is nice to type on, is moderately function and is, indeed sturdy — However I’ve reached a situation where it seems out-of-place [aggh, moth just attacked me again]. All my peripherals, tower, monitor and desklamp are all a shade of black. The keyboard’s colour composition: #F2F2F2 and #FFFFFF. And it doesn’t fit in. So time for contemplation: Shall I forfeit style points for aesthetics, or vice versa? (That was actually a rhetorical question, and the decision is ultimately up to me).

Incomplete work

As school slowly dredges it’s way towards me, I stand still (because time moves, and basically you stand still, unless you’re into time travel or like travelling at fast speeds). Moving on, school starts next week and it smells. And I have like heaps of ideas for stuff to write about, but once I try and start typing, nothing comes out at all, or I get distracted. So I decided I’d do what I do best (apart from letting flatulence free) — ramble. Uh oh, dad told me to go to sleep. And so I shall, being a good, obedient, boy. Goodnight internet peoples.