Hey guys, so I’m writing this in class because my gyrating head made me become conscious about the fact that I haven’t published in a while and I said that I’ll inaugurate writing more frequently in my previous post… so here it is.
I’m going to start off by saying… please follow my new Instagram page: “@thisboyissaying“, and I don’t mean to brag but… at the moment, I have 130 followers – I know, I know, I’m pretty popular (but seriously I’d really appreciate if you slapped me with a follow.)
Okay, so I’m going to start writing about my life. I might talk about the people in it, things that happen and other stuff. And I’m not going to care about 100% proper grammar because I have this thing called a “creative license”, so I’m going to put conjunctions at the beginnings of sentences and spell words phonetically if I please… so don’t correct me (remember that I’ll always, always be the English god, no matter what you think.)
So, where should I start? Okay, last week I hiked up Table Mountain in Cape Town and slept over at the top. It all started in the morning when I emerged from the cavern of my folded up duvet, went to the bathroom I took an ice-cold shower because it ascends my metabolism and that’s profusely healthy. After my shower I looked into the mirror of my bathroom and had a cheeky gander at my face, and above my seemingly infinite forehead, I saw how clapped my hair was – so I forthwith fixed that up. After I got dressed, I had a nutritional breakfast like I usually do.
The hike was colossally convivial, the beginning was rough and very, very steep, but as I progressed I got used to it. And I would like to address that my leg was in a lot of pain that morning, so I was essentially hobbling up the mountain, how much fun. As I was faltering up the mountain, it felt as if my bones were eroding by grinding against each other, but then my mom gave me some anti-inflammatory pills – I had two of those, and I was in fine fettle. When we slept over at the near-summit of the mountain and looked over the city, it was just… disconcerting. Being higher than the stupendously prodigious city of Cape Town, you can’t help but feel so minuscule… that’s definitely a feeling my head will not execrate… but rather savour. All the blathers and chortles of this hike were unequivocally something to recall in the future.
When we reached the bottom , I was satisfied because we had concluded this 2-day hike, but I felt oddly unsatisfied in a way because I wanted to see more and explore the mountain. Anyway, I thoroughly enjoyed this hike and would do it again anytime.
(I have some culpability because I haven’t published in quite a prolonged period of time even though I said I would. I have big plans for the near-future, so hang tight and be prepared. Hope you enjoyed!)