I'm never sure what to write about.
I don't have anything particularly exciting happen to me to write about.
Other than seeing a dog, or talking about going to my first real concert, I have nothing.
I could write about writing nothing, like what I did at the beginning of the semester, when I didn't know what to talk about for 42 seconds in front of everyone.
Or I could write about something dumb my cat did. She does a lot of dumb stuff; she's not a very intelligent cat.
I could ramble on and on about how much I hate something, but that's pessimistic and I'm trying to not be like that.
It's one of the last days for me to write blogs now, and I have my last one pretty well planned out. It'll make a kind of statement.
Sadly, it won't prove the point I'm trying to make but it will still make a slight statement.
It's strange. In this poorly written blog, I've managed to write about more than white I usually write in a blog.
Strange.
I don't have anything particularly exciting happen to me to write about.
Other than seeing a dog, or talking about going to my first real concert, I have nothing.
I could write about writing nothing, like what I did at the beginning of the semester, when I didn't know what to talk about for 42 seconds in front of everyone.
Or I could write about something dumb my cat did. She does a lot of dumb stuff; she's not a very intelligent cat.
I could ramble on and on about how much I hate something, but that's pessimistic and I'm trying to not be like that.
It's one of the last days for me to write blogs now, and I have my last one pretty well planned out. It'll make a kind of statement.
Sadly, it won't prove the point I'm trying to make but it will still make a slight statement.
It's strange. In this poorly written blog, I've managed to write about more than white I usually write in a blog.
Strange.