This is as good as it's going to get.

I'm having a hard time with the whole "writing a blog post" thing lately.
Also, a hard time with the whole "getting up and doing something" thing.
How about I promise you a good long post about my trip to St. George this weekend and we call it even.

I really should be doing my laundry and cleaning the cat box. 

Eh, instead I'll just watch Pride and Prejudice and let the cat poop in my brother's room instead. 

That sounds like more fun. 

When Dad is away the whole idea of dinner together sort of goes away too. 

My mom asks me if I'll be offended if she takes her grilled cheese sandwich in her room to watch Biggest Loser. 

I tell her I'm her daughter and I was just about to ask her the same question. 

I decided that if I ever write a book it will be a satire. 

One huge, beautiful satire.

I like the thought of writing about something totally ludicrous to scare people into action. 

I also like that it is compared to slapping someone in the face,

which is always entertaining.

Today felt like Friday but it is only Wednesday 

and at the end of first and third period I thought it was fourth. 

And on that happy note, my oven just beeped and now my options are to,

a) Eat an entire pizza like a fat slob 

b) Keep blogging. 

I think you know which one I will pick.