Homework

I'm supposed to be doing my homework. Obviously, I am not. But ... I DO have my laptop open and my books open. I'm vaguely aware that it needs to be done before the end of the month.

I need a new library card.

I love homework. I know. Weird. It's okay, make fun of me. I love writing SO much. In fact, I'm going to finish my certificate and then I'm debating taking some creative writing classes. I love writing. I love stories. I love the land of make believe. Corey likes the land of make believe too. Although ... every once in a while I'm not sure how something would really look or sound ... so I'll prance around the house trying to act it out. Seriously weird I know. I get so involved in the story, whether I'm reading or writing it. It's so much fun. You should try it. I think my next story is going to be about Rodger's horses.

Okay. I should do my homework now. Nope. Not going to happen, hmmmmm.

A while ago, someone (my mom) told me my blog was more like a diary instead of just facts ... so I changed it ... it got boring for a while didn't it? So I've decided that ya'll are going to have to suck it up. I'm creative.

I want a piano.