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Try not to question the current title format I’ve been using. 

As of recent, I have attempted to be more active on twitter since this medium of communication has been more helpful to me as of recent since writing a blog over something stupidly small that I could fit into a tweet makes me feel more depressed if anything, in the aense that it is like I am wasting your time. 

Life right now is at possibly one of its lowest points for a magnitude of random irrational reasons. I’d rather not go over the obvious like college and depression in general, though some new things have arisen. My mother got scammed, her bank account temporarily frozen, meaning that she’s had to borrow my money on occasion. I myself have no money, or very little of it. Probably because I bought someone an easter egg that’s on my twitter I believe if you were somewhat curious, along with just buying needless crap like that I guess. So, when I can’t give my mother money because I’ve wasted it all, it’s all just ugh. I can’t even sleep properly since nightmares/nightterrors exist. Part of the reason I’m writing this is actually because I’m too scared to sleep. I’d explain the dream but it’s personal and I wouldn’t tell anyone, so sorry. I can’t remember the last time I’ve had more than five hours sleep. Loads of people hate me once more, so thats always entertaining. I don’t even want the holidays to come because I have an uncanny ability to guess when I’m going to be most depressed, and I’ve not gotten it wrong yet. This Friday is going to be the worst, Saturday probably coming close. When I say the worst, I really mean the worst and im genuinely scared of certain days in the future because of this new found ability of being able to predict my emotions based on upcoming events. Graphics is in on Friday too, so everything is going to be amplified to be worse, along with my maths test and computing test this week. Already been set 20+ hours of homework for Easter,  and that’s just maths and I know I’m going to be set more for maths because why the hell would life be made easy. I miss Amy. I miss nina. Just ugh

I promised someone that I would go to bed soon so I’ll just leave. This was intended to be a happy post but I’ve already ruined that possibility. I wouldn’t bother reading this should probably be the title if it wasn’t so anti-clickbait to where it becomes clickbait. I hope you’re good, reader. If you’re not then hugs. Hugs anyway for reading this. 

Thanks for reading

 : : Ruby  ❤ : : 

Just wondering…

Have you ever wanted to place a slinky at the top of an escalator?

It’s the type of thing I wish I could do, but I just know that someone is either going to steal it when they’re going up the escalator, it’s going to get knocked or it’s going to reach the bottom really fast. This is the type of thing that makes me want to go out and buy an escalator.

But how does one go about doing that? It’s not like escalators are a common thing, you never see them as a replacement for stairs in houses. Hell, most airports can’t even afford escalators which go upwards, they just go longways. What a pity!

I’m going to need to buy an escalator assembly kit off of Amazon, that sounds like a good idea! Or, better yet, I could make one out of Lego! That’d be amazing. I wonder how many pieces that would take, and the price of this given that each lego piece is approximately worth 10p… You know what? I don’t care how much it costs.

Now I just need somewhere to put it. It can’t replace my own stairs in my house, if it’s made out of Lego then there is no way it can support the weight of a person. It can’t replace anything, it would need its own space.

So I’d have to buy a small plot of land in Scotland somewhere. Doesn’t sound too hard, right? Better yet, I would be known as Lord Ruby. That sounds pretty cool if you ask me, and I’m the type of guy who twiddles their fake moustache and adjusts their fake monocle constantly.

Then I’d need to transport everything out there. There’s no way in which I could persuade my parents to drive me all the way to Scotland just to build some Lego for my slinky… I’d probably catch a train given my fear of losing luggage on planes. Even then, I’d need lots of seats in order to have somewhere to put all my boxes of Lego bricks.

After that, I would probably need some people to help me build it. First we would have to design it of course, and then building it would be the fun part. To design it, I would need to become popular enough so that enough people support this idea of mine. How do I become famous?

So I just googled “how to become famous”… Okay, I lied. I clicked on how to become an actress” instead. Don’t judge me, my attention span is crippling me.

You know, then there’s the money that I would need to somehow gain in order to fund all of this. As stupid as it sounds, no one is going to fund this idea.

Then I’d need something to put the escalator under, some kind of roof to prevent rain. Some kind of building to prevent it from being broken or stolen…

You know, I just won’t do it. It’s dumb. I just won’t ever push my slinky down some stairs again.

Just thought it’d be cool if it could never run out of stairs, to be honest.