Just another post.

Highlights of today:
1. Marco dancing around in winds singing, "Doing doing doing."
2. Being told that the door was open.
3. Having my blog come up in conversation. I wasn't aware that most people knew it existed, and here I am being complimented. My head feels like a balloon.

Things I have come to realize:
1. I have a mental block against bringing my history book home.
2. Dancing around without shoes on yelling about chopsticks is not the most effective way of stalling.
3. Writing a blog really isn't as difficult nor as time-consuming as I thought it would be.

I watched about two minutes of Kelsey's rugby practice. Basically she ran into something, rolled around on the floor, got up, and fixed her hair. How's that for entertaining?

So apparently I came in second out of ten for the in-school debating tournament. I haven't any idea how that happened, especially considering my disastrous performance at provincials. Of course, I have a badminton tournament tomorrow, so there goes my one-win streak.

I wonder whether artists, musicians, and writers get addicted to drugs for creative stimulus reasons. Maybe the first time, they happened to have a notebook nearby. Later, they looked at what they had been doodling and were surprised and pleased at the bizarre but beautiful things on the page. Then one day when they were racking their brains for ideas for an upcoming convention or some--thing, they decided to try getting high again. And again. And again.

Well, for all my brave words of "Writing a blog really isn't as difficult as I thought," I'm having a bit of a creative block now. I guess part of the reason would be the science test, when otherwise I'd be thinking (owing to a lack of anything else to do). Or when I'm walking home I'll start writing things out in my head, but today it was too bright out. Often I'll put what I've been thinking about in my blog, but that poses a slight problem when I haven't thought about anything.

I need sleep.

I'll follow the moon.