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I've been away from the cp wiki for a while (about 3 weeks I guess, and that's a lot of time for someone like me), and I've been up to a lot of stuff, which I might as well write about in *dreadful detail*. I suppose 'dreadful' is a strong word here, but it's an alliteration, and that's good enough for me.
To begin with, I attended my first model UN conference, and I represented Afghanistan like a boss. Then I had my exams. *shudder*, the seat ails ARE dreadful.
We're learning this crazy novel called 'Chandragupt'. Apparently, the main character dresses up like a woman for some unfathomable reason, and this other guy, the blind ass that he is, cannot tell him apart from the woman he dressed up like. Then, and this is the good bit, he sits down and TWIRLS HIS MUSTACHE. Right. Because he shaved it off and then stuck it back on. Or maybe he's a wizard. The first theory makes more sense, though, to me, who has read the rest of the *dreadful* book. Here, when I say dreadful, I mean downright stupid. The guy didn't proofread his stuff.
Anyway, I'm gonna write an English translation of the book soon, and then I'll write a spoof. I'll post it here for good measure, but I have a feeling that my spoof will be more sensible than the *dreadful* book itself.
Now that I'm sick and everyone's keeping a safe distance from me, this will be easier. Missing school has given me all the time in the world. But another *dreadful* (not all that much, but I like the word,) detail about being sick is waking up to a pharmacy of unnatural light, then realizing all over again, that you look like a polka dotted bunny. And then swearing a bit, and hiding your hideousness from the rest of the world and then being utterly HELPLESS when your relatives come pouring in and look at you as if you're some sideshow attraction and tell you to get well like you have a choice other than to die of the *dreadful* illness.
Wow, too many 'and's.
But really, I have all the time in the world to waste, and that's the whole point. And when you come to think of it, it's not dreadful at all.