There is absolutely nothing going on for me right now. I’m just stoning at home (like the million other times before). I’m trying to get some work done to prepare for next next week’s MST (Mid-Semester Tests). Nothing is going in my head either really. Phooey.
Anyway, Christmas is coming soon and I can already see people in my Facebook Feed talking about the Christmas spirit in the air. I’m thinking of stuff to do over Christmas.
They’re not exactly resolutions. Just, you know, those kind of thoughts where you go, “Hey, that Christmas period coming up? Hmmm, I bet I could get together with my secondary school pals. Or maybe go swimming. Visit a couple of museums!”
That last idea was just lame but, what the heck, you never know.
I decided I would paint my room. My room walls have been the same color day in, day out for the past 20 years. And its white. Not pure white. Its white with some kind of irregular gray dots on them. It looks ghastly. What’s worse, it can be ripped off with nothing more than scotch-tape.
Yes, scotch-tape. The stuff you use to bludgeon your Christmas gift with if you can’t seem to wrap it quite neatly. Just stick it on my wall, and pull it off.
There’ll be a white background (oh, surprise) behind it that has a powdery texture. I think its the last layer before I hit concrete. Civil Engineering of the 20th Century. Fascinating.