Journal Report #2

To all you who have been on this roller coaster of a ride before I say, "Welcome Back!"  For all you Newbies, please keep you hands, arms, legs, and feet within your own little bubble of a space at all times. I don't really like people poking me.

So, we are at another Journal entry.  Has a week passed already?  Yes.  More homework? Yes.  BYU lost their football game? Yes.  You like writing these blog posts?  No. No. No.  I see what you are trying to do tricky little computer. You are trying to get me to go along with my professor.  You are trying to make me play nice.  Well, I'm not buying it.  I will not play nice.  That's right Trent, my roommate, I will not make your bed for you anymore (I never made his bed).

I will not be nice, but I will right my journal.  Why? Because I have to for my grade.  And also to show of my amazing talent at being a sarcastic writer.

Reading:
I can't read.  Who do you think I am?  You gotta be like the President of the United States or something to be able to read.  Corey, shame on you.  You know better than to lie.  Alright? My conscious got the better of me again.

So, I finished the Penderwicks.  Great book.  I read some fun picture books.  They are fun. They are fun. They are fun.  I wonder if I tell myself that enough times I will start to really believe it.  I looked through some other books which is kind of like reading.  I also started a book called Entwined, I'm sure you have heard of it.  If not.  Too bad.  Oh yeah, did I forget to mention I read some drafts of my classmates Picture books.  They were so good.  You know how sometimes you write something, and then you read something that someone else wrote, and you say to yourself, "Self, I am a terrible writer."  That's how I felt.  Good job classmates.  Sorry, if you just read that comment because that means you also had to wade through the cesspool that is this journal report.  Lastly, I read Chris Crowe's article on Zombie Haiku's.  I'm still waiting for the Zombies to come so I can write about them.  Speaking of Zombies, I just ordered a book about a zombie apocalypse called Ashes (some good October reading).

Writing:

See above.

What, you don't think that is enough?  Okay, so it is a little cheap of me.  You want to read something else do you?  I can't hear you.

Okay, I will share with you something else.  This is a little bit from a character I have been free writing about.  I hope you enjoy.  If not, you can stop reading my blog.

“Hey, Melissa… Um…. I was wondering…”  He looks down at his shoes and taps his knuckles together.  “Well… I was wondering if you were busy on Friday, and…”  Sweat leaks from his armpits and runs down his side causing him to shiver.   Looking at his watch, he takes a deep breath.  “And I was wondering… if you aren’t busy would you like to go on a date.”  Stop breathing.  Cross fingers.  Heavenly Father please let her say yes.  

“Yes, I would love to.”  Wow.  

“Are you sure you aren’t busy?”

“No… I mean yes I’m not busy.  I really would love to.”  Wow.  What now?  Walk away?  Continue talking?  

His door swings open.  “Walkie, Mom says its time for dinner.”  A small, black haired girl stands reflected in the mirror with her hands on her hips.  She must have learned that one from mom.  I guess this means walking away.  Under his breath he says, “Goodbye” and turns away from his mirror towards the door and the smell of supper.

My crazy life:

I know I told you I wouldn't share anything else about myself, but like most crazy mopey people I know, I can't help but share my sad tale.  Did I mention earlier that BYU lost.  Sad! Sad! Sad!  On a happier note, I had a reunion with all my friends from my study abroad in London.  It is always nice to see friends.  It felt like Sunday dinner on fast Sunday.  Well, that's enough for now.  Goodbye.