The boy who lived part 1

This is the story of a young boy named Timothy Swanson. Timmy, as his friends liked to call him, was nothing much to look at. Blond, curly hair, sky blue eyes and a figure that hinted at malnutrition. Timmy was only eleven years old, and he went to the University of Toronto. He started school in early September, way back in the year 2008.

Now as you can already tell, Timmy was no ordinary boy. He was special in a lot of ways. But the past is boring, so let us not dwell on it too much(to save the light of human interest) and let's fast-forward to the interesting bits....

The month of September went by in a flash, and with each day that passed, Timmy learned something new about himself. Imagine the wisdom he gained to this day! October 9th, 5am in the morning.... that's a lot of self realization....

But anyway, the past is boring(deja vu?). And with that awesome segway, i bring you into the present life of Timothy Swanson.
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Today was a strange day. It started out like any other day, and soon turned into a sleepy day... let me elaborate to the best i can......

i slept... a lot.......

there was no motive behind my sleep... i hadn't been up late the night before. I wasn't tired, but I slept. And oh how sweet today's slumber was.

My sleepiness began in the afternoon at the computer labs, where i was hopelessly trying to figure out what the hell a pascals triangle looked like. After about 30 minutes of intense and completely unproductive programming, i pushed the keyboard aside (with a passion i might add) and lay my head down on my extremely fluffy red jacket :D

two hours late, i awake, and realize that its two hours later. i decide to take this intense action to my bed(no innuendo intended...)

The computer labs and my bed are quite far apart... and this brings me to the highlight of my day - the walk home.

It was raining outside. It wasn't really raining, more like a sprinkle of little drops of awesomeness. The sky was white. People around me were going insane!(seeking refuge under umbrellas from this outraged idea of water falling from the sky) and i was walking home.

The leaves on the trees have started to turn a shade of yellow. Most of them had fallen off their branches. Now they just lay on the ground, covering the footpath. They looked tired and beat down by the sprinkle of awesomeness. To me, that just seemed straight up weak. but maybe I was looking at them all wrong... They lay on the footpath, still. No more swaying in the wind, no more work, no more anything...
just stillness.

And as i reflected on this thought, the most picturesque scene i could think of popped into my head...

"And as i reflected upon this extremely profound analogy that had probed me to self-conjure some insight, i stood still. The rain was still sprinkling(for the lack of a better word) and the people around me were still distraught with insanity, but i stood still. I closed my eyes and raised my head, pretending to look up into the heavens. Indeed it was all very picturesque :D"

However, i have come to realize that I am far from perfect, and this life is far from picturesque. So instead i quickened my step, and went straight to bed.

Indeed today was a sleepy day.