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A/N: Hello there. I will update Kish Vs. cooking eventually, for any of you that care. Yes I know, yet another random spurr-of-the-moment fanfic by me. What can I say, I was bored.
Unfortunatly, I accidentally deleted Microsoft Word. So I'm stuck using WordPad. That doesn't have SPELLCHECK. So please excuse any errors.
Five Fifty-Seven on an Overcast Wednasday Evening: The Essence of Boredom
Kish was very bored.
He was so utterly, absolutely, exhaustively, entirely and undivided-ly bored that it was impossible and insurmountableto be any more bored than he was.
He was the icon of boredom.
"Kish," Pai drawled, sounding a little less bored than Kish "what are you doing with my thesaurus?'"
"Looking up words."
"...may I ask why?"
"Because I'm completely, extensively, wholly and entirely bored."
Pai raised an eyebrow at the fact that Kish was using words he doubted Kish even knew what they meant.
It was five thirty-seven. What a boring time, it wasn't an exciting time like eleven fifty-eight or two fifteen. No it was five thirty-seven- wait now it was five thirty-eight. An equally boring time.
Even the weather was boring, it was overcast. Not sunny enough to make anyone want to leave their home, nor cloudy enough to imply that an exciting thunder storm would take place later. It wasn't even windy enough to make one even think of flopping down on some grass to watch the clouds move.
And it was wednsday.
As every one should know, wednasday is by far the most boring day of the week.
Because Sunday is the day everyone is clinging to the last of the weekend and preparing for dreary Monday. Everyone hates Mondays, the day everyone goes back to school or work and thinks longingly of Friday where the weekend starts. Tuesday is probaly the next boring day, but is the day one starts planning for the weekend, so isn't as boring as Wednasday. Thursday is full of waiting for Friday, and last minute plans for said day. Friday is the favorite, the day where school and work ends for the week, and the weekend begins. Saterday is full of plans and doing things and is the next exciting day.
But Wednasday is just there, pointlessly there, with absolutely no point, like someone just decided that the week needed to have another day.
Kish was still really quite bored, the topic he had been thinking about wasn't helping anything.
It was now five fifty-five. A much more exciting time, by the name itself.
"Time to PARTY!" Kish shouted and ran out to have fun and be reckless.
Pai stared at Kish (who had been moping and staring at the clock for the last eighteen minutes) as he randomly jumped up and left the room.
He never did understand that boy.