I haven't written anything since August. I'm sorry for being a Horrible Person, which I clearly am. I knew I wouldn't be consistent, but I was thinking I would make this a monthly thing.
In my defense, I recently switched schools, and now my workload has increased by about Infinity percent. So I don't have much spare time.
I swore when I started this thing that I wouldn't be one of those people who just creates a blog to rant about their lives (i.e., hunt for Mr. Right, pictures of funny shapes in their morning coffee, the weird thing their cat did yesterday). However, I don't exactly have much else to report.
So, school. School, school, school. Seems like that's all I have time for these days. For example, I'm writing this blog entry when I should be working on my research paper for English, or catching up in Geometry (I think that should count as a foreign language...), or studying for my AP History final, or working on my speech for Debate competition in January... see? I'm swamped. I'm not here to complain, though, so let's move on to the more interesting parts of my life.
My birthday was almost exactly a month ago. Still not driving... I've built up a mental block about it. It's not my fault though, really. Every time I get behind the wheel, all the cars around me change from shiny, not-really-there, Barbie doll accessories to heavy machines that have the potential to kill. You'd think my parents would be enthusiastic, but they aren't. I think they want me to tote them around for a change.
You'd also think they would be glad that I, unlike most of the teenagers of America, do not have a cell phone growing out of my thumbs. But apparently I need to be accessible, because someone made the brilliant decision to cut the land-line and give the Sixth Grade Rugrat a phone.
I'm sorry. Mattie isn't a rugrat, she's just artistic. And enthusiastic. And hyper. In a very loving way. Usually about the time when I'm working on my book. Not that I mind.
I also don't mind when I'm absorbed in creativity and character development, and people come in, suddenly concerned about my day.
I also don't mind when little sisters feel that it is necessary to blast Taylor Swift in the next room when I'm working on my English homework.
Apparently, there are a lot of things that I don't mind these days. I wish somebody had told me before I was shoved into these scenarios.
As a very, very wise author named Louise Rennison once wrote: "We are not a family. We are four people who, through great misfortune, live in the same house." Perhaps in my case it's hyperbolic, but I would still be a happier person if everyone just stayed in their little corner of the world and didn't interrogate me. And maybe we could socialize for thirty minutes in the evening.
My point is, if I'm not talking, I don't have anything to say. You'll know when I need to discuss my day, because words will be pouring out of my mouth so quickly that cops will pull us over and give me a speeding ticket.
And that's all I have to say at the moment.
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