that bell

oh the bell. the bell.
i liked it on the first morning because i did not know what to do and the bell told me to go places. and it reminded me of happy primary school days.
but then i got contrary and decided i was better than the bell. there was no "now you get to go hide in your room" bell.
(i made up that bell. it sounded in my head whenever it looked like things were not happening.)
at one point me and huggies had brilliant plans to kidnap the bell and hold it hostage. but we were thwarted when we realised that it was closely guarded. and we were unsure as to whether there was one bell or actually two: the second being even more deadly than the first. if we were to kidnap the bells and put them to silence, we would have to attack both at once. and there were not sufficient quantities of chocolate to fuel such a daring mission.
the lack of time knowledge would have also made any sort of reconaissance extremely risky. "i will meet you in...THIS much time".
so we decided to allow the bells their stupid fun.
but only this time.

the bell did please me in one way though - i got to stop living according to my watch. i was fine with the early mornings because hey, i had no idea how early it actually was! it could have been 4am or 8am, i had no idea. so it didn't matter! ah yes, letting other people make decisions for me.. i should do it more often.. just as long as their decisions are inclined towards sleep, hiding and washing.

la la la la la la la la la SLAKE!!!!!!
goodnight! goodnight!