This is as good as it's gunna get.

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.