On her weekends off, my mom goes and runs half marathons.
I can barely ride my bike to the library.
Its fine.
In Biology Mr. Whitaker plays the beatles while we draw.
Shame there were none of my favorites.
I guess beggars can't be choosers.
My days go like this,
school, homework, dinner, shower, scriptures, bed
then it repeats.
I decided that they should replace all math with deductive reasoning
and all school with seminary.
That would be ideal.
My letters take a long time to get to Cammie.
And then the mail people send them back because I didn't put enough stamps.
They also broke my time turner.
Rude.
9:00 church, babies.
My sunday school class had better prepare for low tolerance
and a grumpy girl.
And by my sunday school class I mean Jaron.
I guess this is a good enough to pass as a post
and I won't feel guilty about my writers block for at least another 3 days.
Cheers children.