The weirdest thing just happened: It was a Wednesday night, and I finished all my homework for the week.
It’s times like this where you want to summon all the blogger powers at be–funnel all of that creative energy that’s been building inside your writer fingers for weeks but just hasn’t had time to be released from your fingertips–and write something truly prolific.
But all that comes out are a few fragmented thoughts:
Concerns that gyms are only really for people that are already in shape.
Vague realizations that Disney has done bad things for females’ perception of love.
Consternation about your personal uselessness in fixing Bahrain or rebuilding Japan.
Unnerving realizations that sentence combining is something you consider a hobby.
Bitterness that you never built yourself a treehouse where you could burrito yourself into a blanket and read by flashlight into the wee hours of the rainstorm.
The dull but omnipresent junior high hurt of recognizing that cliques still exist and your still not part of them.
So my dear readers, nothing profound or prolific for you tonight. Just thoughts to chew on for a bit. Also, Here’s an indie photo for you to salivate over. Thought it capped off my blankness nicely.
I’m off to go read a YA lit novel. And I feel great about it.
Happy Wednesday to you.
Looks like Wyoming. Scary.
I love your blog 🙂
Only because you had so many good thoughts will I not make fun of you for using "your" incorrectly. Doing all your homework early must take it out of you. 😉
Really enjoying your blog, lady. And YA is basically the best.