So last first day of high school,
Conclusion:
Total bust
...see but a "bust" as one might say, is usually used in the context of something that was expected to be great and then turned out to be the opposite, but in my case ii didn't expect anything of my last first day of school therefore the term "bust" that was so improperly used by me was well, improperly used...
so what term to use is the new topic at hand...
yet what are the odds someone out there will actually read this entire post word for word resulting in an obscure and gratuitous motivation to reveal there afterthoughts necessitating the chasm provided on-screen commonly known as "the comment box" These most likely meaning- and purpose-less thoughts will more than likely go unnoticed by me arriving at yet another powerful and challenging question, "Why comment?" well it seems i do not have an answer for you, yet ,in the opposition, i feel that i can say rather confidently that i have an unfathomable number of questions that could quite potentially waste your time and, much more importantly, mine. Then again why should i care what you do with your time. you shouldn't care what i do with mine. You don't care. I know you don't care. so we are now acknowledging that neither party cares what the other does with their own time thus setting the status quo of our relationship at an equilibrium. For as fickle as this post is, it is a mighty waste of your time and if you somehow manage to go against all odds and read the entire work, and for those one or two who are bold and impudent enough to lay their thoughts on the table in the form of an elegant yet practical comment...i am gratious.
P.S. to settle the matter that arose at the beginning of this wasted 3 minutes and 47 seconds...i will say that my last first day of school was a total...DRAG...
P.P.S. pretty lame ending, huh? | 