Just me typing stuff out of boredom

OKAY!
*pam! pam!* –> (just me voicing something random as a sign of sleep deprivation enthusiasm)
So!
I'm just gonna go over some random thoughts that fill my mind cause I have nothing better to do than post random things.
*yaaaaaaaaaaaaaayyyyyyyyy—hopefully this gives you an idea as for how little sleep I have gotten*

Right...

Today was mildly pleasant, mainly due to the mercy of my math teacher whom spared the class a test. There's also the fact that I got six new sheets of Christmas themed music from my orchestra teacher—
Much to the chagrin of my lil sis.
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heheheh... not sorry sis~

That said, at the moment I'm just playing the creepiest sounds I can on the violin. Sounds that generally resemble either a screeching beast or what I'd assume is reality breaking.
Mind you, I'm doing this at 10:12 PM.
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kinda sorry sis~

It's fun though, listening to these sounds as I walk slowly around this house. It fits so pleasantly with the sound of my light footsteps too...
Even better is the random noises that come from random rooms as I move about, although that probably means there're many things that need fixing.
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Ehhh, I'll just appreciate the ambience and worry about the attic another time. ( ^^)
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( "^^)

Anyway, what else...
*chokes on blood upon reading what I've just typed*
Hmmm...
Hah! What are the chances that someone reads this blog and goes as far as to comment about my inanity?
(pls spare me reader)

*breathes in* *breathes out*
Ok, time to try and be sane for a couple of minutes. (Edit: I failed.) I apologize for tainting your eyes reader.

Now then, I suppose I'll make a poem as atonement.

The darkness I breathe,
The shadows I see,
Flutter around me as a breeze,

The sounds I hear,
I hold very dear,
My violin and I bring to lil sis some fear,

And so I wait,
composing a poem,
a rather shoddy one,
whilst hidden from the sun,

Wasting away the clock,
As I fiddle my thumbs,
Sand trickles by,
Many dreams soar high,

Night continues on,
leaves litter the lawn,
the last cupcake is gone,
so is my pawn,

It's been an eternity,
since last I played chess,
In person that is,
At least that's my guess,

Memories are fickle,
so robust yet fleeting,
Giving nostalgia a tickle,
and my past a meeting,

More stanzas are placed,
Arbitrarily made,
Lazily laced,
with words with no face,

My screen shines light,
A digital splendor of might,
Which caresses my eyes,
Lovingly through the night,

Sleep begone!
For I shall be strong!
Regret come later,
To rationality so long!

I ponder of names,
for things like games,
The peers I know,
What thoughts will they show?

When I'm WelcometoItaly,
I'll have confused them well,
yet not very wittily,
for jokes should be held,
in my few usernames,
ones that garner blames,
such as—

and I'm gonna stop there cause my violin beckons me.
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P.S: I hope you enjoy the rest of your day. Only so many of those to use after all.
P.P.S: Awkward? What's that? Is it tasty?