Nothing

I have nothing to share with you. Nothing doesn't exist. As we all know. Whatever we call nothing is really something - even if its a white space, or a black space... it's something. So, when I say "I have nothing to share with you" I do have something. But what? Nothing of any importance or wisdom. Then again, importance is an opinion. But really, I've made no discoveries in life beyond the everyday blah. Nothing has happened to change my perspective, nothing has enlightened me...

Nothing as in... non existence. Not there. Nothing has entered my head that I consider valuable. I haven't done anything but think about my friends and cute stuffed animals (specifically a raccoon, panda and silver back gorilla). I've also been worrying about time and being twelve now but thirteen next year. I made a paper notebook and played Blues Clues cause me and my brother love to pretend to be four years old. Then I read my romance novel to my silver back gorilla and panda, who are only six months and two and a half years. Then I sort of sat, eating spaghetti and listening to the metronome sound that has been ticking outside window all afternoon and at this point well into the night. I compulsively tapped my foot - oh my god it stopped. For the first time in hours it just stopped. The metronome sto - oh. There it is. Anyway, after I tapped my foot, I turned on Noggin, and Little Bear was on. So I choreographed a ballet to the music of Little Bear - the episode where he runs around with a purple and orange balloon. 

See what I mean by nothing?