The one with capitalization. :P
There is something mildly satisfying about completing the third day of a five-day test week.
It's like, okay, more than half is done, bring the rest on!
ANYWAY! I have an announcement to make:
This following song is, quite possibly, the sweetest, happiest thing this side of Winnie-the-Pooh (a bear of very little brain).
The Incredible Moses Leroy - 'Fuzzy'
And you are soft and cuddly, and you are warm and fuzzy
Lonely blue eyed Nazi prom queen, bruised-knuckle boy tired of crawling
Let's paint the town red, like 'Carrie', because I am your-I am your toy, foxy lady
And you are bright and starry, I'm not that bad, just got lucky
And heaven-and heaven can wait; I'm standing
You on my shoulder, demanding
And you are soft and fuzzy, and you are truly lovely
You are my itchy sweater, you are my lovely love-getter, yeah
How saccharine is that, I ask you? :D If that isn't the sweetest thing you've read all day then tell me what was, and we'll see who is NUMBER ONE. OKAY?
But, ah, hmm, I could very well be biased, since, quite frankly, right now I'm supposed to be studying for both maths and history for tomorrow's tests, with the two tests testing on everything I'd supposedly learnt since tenth grade, I'll have you know that's three years of maths and three years of history, no less, which of course, indubitably, calculates into one severe, desperate need for subtle, delicate reminders that there still are, pleasepleasebuddhaplease, soft and fuzzy beautiful things worth fighting for in this universe, and beyond, and beyond.
Hooray for excessive use of commas and a neverending sentence!