In some sort of I-have-absolutely-nothing-to-do, except rant about it, or well I could sleep, but fairly - not tempting, due to a horribly irritating constant - sounds like a small bird in torture - right by my left ear; I am writing here. The fire alarm's battery is weak, and it's giving us a warning. Instead of changing the batteries, which in itself will secure our life - we pretend it's not there, and just continue with our lazy selves.

Being bored, makes me think too much, and it isn't suited me at all. I'm apparently a idealist. I took a sort of personality test. I like that. The thing is that I can relate to every little single thing, anyone can, but no one can truly pin-point anyone entirely. I am either seen as quiet - talkative - boring - funny - hard-working - lazy - sides of my personality. Sides of a performance for life. We're constantly performing in front of a audience, and we are not fully aware that we're being judged. We haven't been given a rave review yet. Up to this moment, I suppose my life is pretty entertaining (I hope).

I still want to state, stubbornly, and stupidely - that, yes I am Gryffindor. Hahahahaahha. Or well I like to believe. Apparently, a idealist is supposed to be in that category. I also became Harry Potter on a test, which had 70 questions. I say, isn't that enough?