Once upon a time...

There was a girl called... Me. And she was bored.

And she never went anywhere, and she had boring week-ends... and on one particular week-end, she went to a piano lesson on Saturday, and played in a chamber music ensemble. And on Sunday, she had nothing to do except practice piano, do homework, and clean up her room.

She had a very boring life.

So she decided to post on her blog, a very boring post that no one would read, and that those very bored people who read it would find very boring and would consider Me a very boring person. And they would leave a very boring comment about how very boring the post was. And they would threaten Me in order to convince her to write less very boring posts.

But Me could not think of any non-very boring posts. So she wrote very boring posts. And she had a very boring days. Two very boring days. A very boring weekend. Seven very boring days. A very boring week. Four very boring weeks. A very boring month. Twelve very boring months. A very boring year. 100 very boring years. A very boring life.

But one day, she decided to change this all. She got up in the morning, and decided "I shall change this very terrible very boring fate!" and she took a plane to the Amazon jungle and got eaten by a very hungry tiger.

THE END

Ok, that was sort of random. I was very bored of my very boring story, so I wrote a very not-so-exciting ending.

Rawr.

I'm bored. (no, really?)

Yes, really.

Someone give me something to do so that I don't get eaten by a very hungry tiger in the Amazon jungle, ok?