I love words so much that my mind is mush tonight. :(
I really wanted to write...cause I really have something on my mind.
Yes, I avoided that last assignment like the plague. I clicked on the link and went "waaah!" :-/ Kelley told me it wasn't that bad but that she didn't like her response either.
I really like what I wrote yesterday. Just cause it's so real and true and what I've written in my head so many times. It feels good when something is out of my head and finally in words that I can read.
Sometimes I think I'm silly, cause I like to read what I write. Then I'll read it again and again and again. And sometimes I'll still correct or edit it.
Is it weird to like reading what you write?
Life is crazy full these days. My brains went mush tonight. It was not cool. I had tons of assignments and couldn't focus on any of them. Now it's after midnight and I really should be in bed.
Tomorrow is going to be so full. Wake up, prayer at church, preparations for Mema's birthday dinner, put together picture board for SS class, at least do an outline on a flier for church, finish a reading assignment, get some semblance of order in my life... And yes, I'm crazy for staying up so late.
But now I can say I wrote today. Even if it is scrambled. You don't even have to attempt to chop this one apart if you don't want to. I have a good feeling that it's not very good since I already admitted to it being all over the place.
There. It felt good to write. Even if it didn't make much sense.
Good Knight, dear Red Inkers.
