Sometimes, all you get is the Sun, shining brightly in the sky -and all you really want is the stars shining on your cold, retreating back. I wanted Stars. Not Suns. Sigh. But my b****ing ends here. I am content to have the Sun on my face. Stars are overrated anyway.

Moving on.

Today was a loooooong day spent doing absolutely nothing. Replacements were merely jokes designed to keep us in class as late as possible. And get stuck in the piddling rain to boot.

And so my boredom manifested itself into three separate short, ridiculous stories; which I shall post up here.


So here goes:

The Frog 'Prince' Version 6.95

Once upon a time, there lived a most unhappy frog. Worse, he knew he was a frog; ugly, slimy, green and utterly devoid of any charms of any sort. All he wanted was a lady-frog to share his life with, which, thanks to his commitment issues, was proving to be an immensely difficult task.

All the other eligible lady-frogs were taken (and not by other bull-frogs , most of the time) and the rest were simply toads. He was a sad frog; and thoughts of sewer-cide were pervasive.

And so his life passed; unbeknownst to the many who walk past his drain everyday as he croaked his sad love songs.

And then one fine day, he fell in love with a princess -not just any princess, but a fairytale princess. Now, princesses of any kind are rare, almost always snooty and spoiled rotten. This particular princess would put the rest to shame.

She was so rare people from all over came to see her.

She was so snooty she made high horses look short.

She was so spoiled she reeked.

Our poor frog hero loved her anyway, despite the warnings he felt in his amphibian heart. So, he went out of his way to woo her.

He brought her his birth tadpole-spawn, in all its slimy and translucent glory.

He brought her swamp insects of every kind.

He even presented her with his grandmother's legs.

Nothing worked; all he received for his pains were a kick, a cry of horror and a heavy chair or two. And so, saddened, he returned to his pathetic life, once again contemplating sewer-cide.

One fine day, he received news that his princess-love had died after choking on a meal of stewed frog's legs.

And so, devastated, our hero took his life.

The End.

I have no more strength in me left to type the other two equally as silly stories. This is just the funniest; the other two are depressing and disturbing.

Now, this being said, I am tired of the boring classes and the mind-numbing lectures. Mr. Money does absolutely nothing in class. Either we're sitting there, watching anime, or we're yakking our heads off.

This is just not right I tell you.

P/S: Moyashimon is.....awesome. Amazing. Smashing. Wizard.