Slept through my morning classes. Missed my evening one. In the morning, when I woke, I hadn't a clue what to do because I was sure there was cheesecake from the last night. There was not. And December thirty firsts mean something to people. Mom said to clear the leftovers and unfinished biscuits and candies or to trash them because where we store the snacks, there wasn't left room for the New Years' gifts, and we had to clear out those from Christmas. What rotten timing. Well, not really, we did not have Christmas gifts, it's moreso Christmas-themed foods from early December or late November. And I sat there and ate what it was that was a nuisance in my eye. That's what my eating habits are dictated by as of late. Which I use also as an excuse to just eat a lot.
2024 has been good to me. A few days ago, my sister was making her New Years' bingo. That seems popular to do. I may as well, but reallyI just wish to be better at maths. As I always do. I guess to partake in competitions the coming year.
As of late, I've been thinking about The Buried Giant. I feel as though i missed something, and for the New Year's, the libraries close, but I feel as though I must read it over again. A scene sticks in my mind. The boy, a donkey, a wagon, and the phrase, "Round and round."
I haven't taken a long walk in quite a long while, and stopped at the park to swing. At the time of evening, it's only couples pushing each other on the swings. I swung myself. And the clamminess of my hands seemed to dissapear after a while of holding onto the bars because then it just really hurt.
My computer died on me whilst I was writing and had to reboot the entire thing, and didn't save. Began eating three ferrero rochers to end the night. Dark, regular, and novel to me, coconut. I may sleep after watching the clock strike zero and ride around in a train or sleep. I'm sleepy.