Today is the thirteenth. It's a bad day for people with triskaidekaphobia - the fear of the number 13.
I don't particularly fear the number 13. I just don't really like it that much... because it's a prime number, not divisible by any number other that itself and 1.
The only prime numbers I like are 1 (although whether or not it is to be regarded as a prime number is debatable - I say yes), 2, 3, 4 and 5. They're small and not very intimidating... unlike the number 573,877,685,761, which, apparently, is a prime number; although I have yet to check. 584Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡd4RjrdbprH
I like Maths. And English. And Science. But not French.
French is such an easy, complicated language, and there's something about my French teacher that makes me fear that I haven't done my homework on time, even when I know I have. Older students say he's great - but again, I've yet to experience this so-called 'Greatness'.
In the evening I just felt like taking my favourite song and putting it on an infinite loop in an attempt to destroy the universe. It didn't work; my phone ran out of battery - so I plugged it in and left it running.
I tried to sleep with the song on really quiet, but I have sensitive ears, so I had to abort the experiment in order to obtain some sleep all-important sleep that was hopefully going to be able to get me through Friday.
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