let the lion sleep!

In the jungle, the mighty jungle, the lion sleeps tonight.

In the jungle, the quiet jungle, the lion sleeps tonight.

Weeeeeee-eeeeee-weeeee-aaaa-mmamm-baaannaayyy

Near the village, the peaceful village, the lion sleeps tonight.

Near the village, the quiet village, the lion sleeps tonight.

Weeeeeee-rrrrrrrrrrrr-weeeeee-aaaa-mmamm-baanaay

Hush my darling; don’t fear my darling, the lion sleeps tonight.

Hush my darling; don’t fear my darling, the lion sleeps tonight.

Weeeee-eeeeee-weeeee-aaaaa-mmmammmm-baannaayy (x2)

I love that song, it’s a good song, just admit it and no one needs to get hurt…

Even though you may think I have no life (for the record that is correct), I never got that saying. Do you keep a record of all the people you meet?

I mean, do you tag around a clipboard and ask everyone:

Name?

Age?

Height?

Favourite things?

Address?

Can I stalk you?

Do you have a significant other?

Colour of your hair/eyes/fingernails?

Is that really your child or did you steal it?

Can I poke you?

Can I poke you on Facebook then?

How about I poke you when you’re looking?

Then can I poke you when you’re not looking?

Fine, do you believe in fairies?

You don’t believe in fairies! *shock horror* did you have a deprived childhood?

I could go on forever, but that would be a boring post. Ah, damn I forgot what I was going to say…

I need inspiration! There is some funny bird making funny noises outside my window, thought you might want to know, you didn’t? Well too bad, now you know.

I should be studying but I can’t be bothered! Damn VCE and its evilness, I mean who cares if you fail an exam, and you’re parents are running after you with an axe. Ok, so we don’t have an axe, mainly because cutting trees is bad, we have heaters that work with electricity! What is electricity you ask? I’m not going to bother answering that question; I am beyond such trivial matters.

Anyway, bye readers, ahaha, who am I kidding, I have no readers! How do I get readers? Oh who cares, I'm not writing for them, I'm writing for myself. Sorry, who am I aplogising for then? I believe I am going a bit, ever so slightly crazy...