I just spent almost the entire day doing homework and studying for the two pre-lecture quizzes for tomorrow only to find out one of my teachers had delayed the quiz to Tuesday. I finished my homework though, finally.

Meanwhile, I’ve been checking my dashboard.

Why?

I’ve been bombarded by spam comments, that’s why! This morning, when I got to my WP dashboard, I found my spam queue full of comments. Sometimes, people’s comments get sent here. So naturally, I was curious.

But it was all from people on facebook. How did they ended up here? I don’t even know them. I’m not even friends with them. I’ve never even seen or heard of them.

It’s so weird and the comments are so out of this world. It’s like I don’t know and I don’t care about these things. Stop Spamming me!

On the other hand, I’ve been staring at this sentence for a while now. It’s the third sentence from page 82 of Spellbinder, the third book in the Night World series:

Her black hair was wild and windblown, tumbling over her shoulders.

I’m supposed to work this into a post somehow. I guess that’s what I’m doing now since I can come up with a brilliant little tale or Flash Fiction.

I don’t know.

I guess if someone say at school looks at me from behind, my hair would probably look wild and windblown but I wouldn’t say my hair tumbles over my shoulders, after all, I have straight hair, not tumbleweed for hair. And I happen to like the wild look, it adds more volume to prevents my hair from looking flat.

Wow, that was easy.