The Random Post

For some reason, I've been having a hard time writing lately. I'm even having a hard time writing poetry and I usually crank poems out within minutes. As you can see, my sentence fluency is a little off. I don't think it's a lack of ideas, I have plenty of those. I think it's more about getting the right idea out. I can feel the idea, it's there, but I can't get it out.

How weird. I don't really think it's a writerly thing, it's more of an emotional thing. Now it's getting sort of hard to write this blog post so I'm just going to spurt out random things. You may stop reading if you wish because the stuff that follows is completely pointless.

I hate writing e-mails on my phone. I find it hard to be grammatically correct while typing on that tiny keyboard. It fustrates me immensely. Also, sometimes my phone glitches and I lose the e-mail I've been working on avidly. That makes me fustrated and angry at the same time. I'm so glad I'm writing this blog post on an actual computer.

My brother is incapable of eating even 1/4th of a 72 oz steak. There's this steak challenge in Amarillo, TX where you try to eat a 72 oz steak, a salad, a potato, and 2 rolls in an hour that I want to see my brother do. I think I may end up doing the challenge because I don't want to pay $72 if my brother fails (and he will). I am more likely to win the challenge. DON'T underestimate me. I'm a teenage girl, but I eat like a man!

I want to buy an underwater video camera that will connect to my goggles when I'm swimming in the ocean. I bet footage of me body surfing and waves crashing on top of my head would look awesome on the big screen TV! It would be awesomer if I were filming California waves though, North Carolina waves are puny.

My friend Jason sent me a beautiful crystal cube with a piano in the center, but it got lost in the mail. Curse the New Mexico postal system!

I hate bringing my dog to the beach. He always poops in the exact same spot: right in the center of a public walkway. My brother and I have to give up our sandwich bags to pick up Bear's doo-doo. He also digs and flings sand into our stuff. I think he does it to annoy me. I still love him anyways.

My friend Eric and I are having a hard time finding a time to get together. Since I write the e-mails to him on my phone, the situation is twice as fustrating.

I can't believe you read my completely pointless statements. I just wasted your time because I simply am having a hard time writing something. I wonder if writing this post even helped me. I hope it did.

Good night. I hope this post at least entertained you. :-)