• Sometimes I think my day is too normal. I just want to sprout multi-colored beautiful, transparent wings and fly far, far away. Thinking like a normal person makes me feel plain and abnormally…normal. I want to have deep within a fire-breathing dragon would emerge and shatter the Earth’s core with a mighty roar. But, I guess, I’m not really that awesome to morph into a fire breathing, earth shattering, screeching dragon. Ah well. Enough pondering, I shall now return to my studies of an average child, on an average gray day, on an average school night. Good night average world.

    I shall now wait for dinner.