No, there is no real reason for the title of my blog post. I'm sorry I haven't been blogging, it's just that there's no internet at my house, and I am not addicted to the internet, regardless to what some people may say, so I really don't go to the library that often--for internet. I go for books at least once every two weeks, and then sometimes I'll go for internet, if I'm feeling low on Doctor Who, or need to check something on facebook, or do research for school or something.
I hate writing papers. Miss Montgomery is making everyone in Bible class write a paper about God's redemptive plan that he's had since the beginning of time. Isn't that lovely? No, not really. It has to be one and a half pages, have three main points, a introduction and conclusion, and then support for the three main points. I really stink at all this stuff. I hate it so much. With a burning passion. I loath it. Abhor it. If I could, I would torch it. Well, maybe not. I like writing papers when it's something I'm more passionate about. Which...well, I guess it depends on my mood, but right now I don't really want to write a paper on the redemptive plan God has had from the beginning.
One thing that I have to remember when I'm writing a paper is that I'm not supposed to say things like, "I," "You," "Me," and stuff like that. It's against the rules. So, you couldn't say something like, "You may find that it's hard to believe, but it is nonetheless true." You would have to say, "One may find that it's hard to believe, but it is nonetheless true." And instead of saying, "I assure you that no falsehood is passing through my pen," You'd have to say, "One may be assured that no falsehood passes through this pen." See?
Ow. Random head pain. I hope I don't have an aneurism. Maybe I should do research on those. Mr. Miller always says I'll give him one of those. I don't know what I did to him though. Absolutely nothing, that I know of.
Anyway, right now, I'm watching Doctor Who, procrastinating, having random head pain, and needing to use the restroom, because either my bladder has shrunk, or gotten filled. And knowing that I really need to get off of here, pee, and then take a shower. My hair needs washed, my teeth need brushed, and I really, really, really need to pee.
But, on the bright side, my friend who had strep throat didn't die!
~Katie :)
