I'm one of those annoying people who click pens because a) they like the sound and often make a tune out of clicks, and b) enjoy the fact that it really annoys people. Once, last year, I think, I sat English tapping my pen against the table, constantly, just to see if the teacher would say something. He didn't, to my dismay, one of my friends behind me did. So impatient my friends are. But, I'm sure said teacher was getting irritated. Almost as irritated as myself, because he was droning on when nobody really cared. Sort of like now I guess.
I wrote heaps today. I love writing, putting pen to paper, using MY hand to make something happen, a letter, a symbol, a clique love heart drawn by thousands of girls over thousands of diaries, books, and desks. I love the scrawl, the scribble, and the flow of writing, it's not like typing, where you press different keys, which, unless you're like myself and type freakishly fast, there isn't a flow like there is with a pen. It's, a bit like magic.
Here's a photo I took; thought I'd just put it out there.
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