𝚑𝚞𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚜 𝚗𝚘𝚗𝚜𝚎𝚗𝚜𝚎 𝚟𝚒𝚒𝚒

hOnEy, i rOsE uP fRoM tHe dEaD

Honey, I rose up from the dead. I do it all the time.

Surprise Surprise! I'm not dead! I'm alive! Mostly breathing and all in one piece. Yeah, I was offline for like 5 days giving no warning sign. But hey! I'm here now.

So you're probably wondering wHy wAs i oFFLiNe aKa dEaD fOr ( about ) 5 dAyS?

Well, you see.... I..... yOu'Re hALLuCiNaTiNg ✨

I'm joking hehehehue

It all started with the power temporarily going out, then eMoTiOnAL iSsUeS bLa bLa, and I'm no longer on Songwriter's block so I wrote a couple songs. Then there was studying- and more studying- and more studying.

That about sums it up, I think. Well maybe I'm missing a few minor things but who cares. Oh yeah, life. Life is life life lifeeee aaaahhhhhh

Now that I'm back, I shall continue being my normal self and embrace my idiocy. I also have a goal; re-reading every Humorous Nonsense book Volumes 1-7 and comment ( also known as your daily Barney spam ) in all the chapters. It's called #teamroadtrip goals.

I have a list of names and yours is in red underline

( 𝓘𝓷 𝓪𝓵𝓹𝓱𝓪𝓫𝓮𝓽𝓲𝓬𝓪𝓵 𝓸𝓻𝓭𝓮𝓻 )

✎ April

✎ Audrey

✎ Derren

✎ Estrial

✎ Owen

✎ Sasha

If your name is listed and underlined, you are warned *evil laugh*

I check it once and I check it twice

╰┈➤ Bonus: A depth look into the past 5 days because this chapter so far has been a bOrE *snore*

[ When The Power Went Out; My Immediate Reactions.... ]

My 1st reaction: THE WORLD IS COMING TO AN END, WE'RE ALL GOING TO DIEEEEE! DAMN YOU DOLPHINS AND LEPRACHAUNS

My 2nd reaction: How am I supposed to plug in my phone now?? *disappointment*

My 3rd and final reaction: WHERE'S MY FOOKING FLASHLIGHT??

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[ ( Songwriter's ) Writer's Block.... ]

WHY DON'T ANY LYRICS COME OUT?? *eternal screaming* ARGHHHHHHH *breaks pencil in half and crumbles paper into thin pieces* AAAHHHHHH *cussity cuss cuss* *more arghhh*

*lowly sings 'drivers license' 5 times in a row, each time in a more rapid pace* Dammit. Absolutely NOTHING. *nonstop arghhh*

*searches through clothes drawers, desks and cardboard boxes, hoping I can find that one song I wrote in February* *visible frustration* Nothing here *angry sigh* Oh well.

*re-reads uncompleted songs* Nope, too dull. Nah, too dramatic. *flips page* Too stupid. Argh, too depressing and saddening. *flips page* Sounds like I'm narrating what being in a corpse feels like.

This is obviously not working, so *bangs head against the wall* Okay, this isn't working either. *throws self against wall* No. Nothing.

nOtHiNg sHaLL sAvE mY cAsE oF wRiTeR's bLoCk nOw

1 week later....

*writes song* I'M BAAAAAAAAAAACCCCCCKKKKKKKK *hits head against wall for the hell of it* OH YEAH!! * dances like a maniac*

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[ The Wattpad Situation ]

Situation? *takes binoculars out* No situation here. I think you're confusing this with the 'Studying Situation'.

Ah, yes....

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[ The Studying Situation.... ]

Me: I'm tired. Can I go to sleep now?

Mom: After you finish that worksheet

Me: *whines* But's too difficult ( it wasn't, but I was tired yk )

Mom: Do you want to watch your music award show tommorow?

Me: *sigh* yes....

By the time I was done, I was simply too tired and immediately went to sleep instead of my daily dose of wattpad and HN intake. I was supposed to come back yesterday..... Hell, I don't know if I'm coming back today. There's no need to log into Wattpad yet because I write all my original drafts in the Notes app. If I am here online as of May 24 *waves* Hello! If not, my yesterday self greets you!

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[ The BBMA'S.... ]

Me: *peacefully watching the bbma's* *reclines against sofa* Ah, what a great day to be alive! *sips chocolate frappachino*

My mind: sAvE yOuR tEaRs fOr aNoThEr dAy La lA La AaaHhhH

Also my mind: *processing the frappachino*

Once again, my mind: *spinning wildly* Live performance's AND coffee at the same time?? Damn. I just came back from dancing to the 1989 tour on youtube. This is too good to be true!

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[ Logging Into Wattpad After Being Presumed Dead.... ]

April April April. No need to start the funeral because I'm alive! Buried in studying, but I'm alive! *breathe* See! As for the plague doctor over there *points to Owen* Yes. He'll need a funeral ASAP. Let's play lots of sad Swift songs. It'll be great *thumbs up*

I'm sorry, but the old Clara can't come to the phone right now.

Why?....

Oh!.... Cause she's dead!

But not dead. Like I said, I'm alive. Well, anyways.....

Look what you just made me do! 🐍