10 Reasons Not to Write a Decent Post Today

1) 24: Live Another Day is on, and there’s no way you’re missing that.
2) You’re too tired to do anything productive.
3) You’ve just discovered a life ruining new app that is so addicting, you can’t think about anything else, even if you tried.
4) You’re trying to read a thousand page epic fantasy novel (A Dance With Dragons, perhaps) as quickly as possible.
5) You have chemistry homework.
6) You have even more chemistry homework.
7) Your last post has been getting a lot of views, and you don’t want to take it out of the spotlight.
8) You’re too busy looking in the mirror and thinking “How come I’m not this beautiful all the time?” No, just me? Moving on…
9) You’re too busy planning a blog party to be scheduled this weekend or the next but can’t think of a theme. (Any ideas?)
10) You’re just that lazy.


So Many Ideas, So Little Time

Now that I’m back in school and still haven’t posted since the summer, I’m starting to hate myself for writing the post “Why I Actually Need School,” in which I said I tend to write more posts during the school year. Sure, I am actually more motivated to write. I’m just not good at the whole “time management” thing.

I’m going to kidnap Neil Gaiman and make him include me in his next novel.

A funny thing happened last Friday. Well, it wasn’t funny for me, but I’m sure you guys’ll get a kick out of it.  I had just gotten home from a long week of school. I had Neil Gaiman’s The Graveyard Book in my hand and I was finally going to be able to read more than just a couple pages of it at a time—so I figured. After all, I didn’t have any plan for the night since my best friend was in the hospital with a severe case of nonexistence. My three step plan for the night was this:

  1. Read the crap out of The Graveyard Book.
  2. Write a blog post.
  3. Watch the recorded pilot episode of Sleepy Hollow that I’ve been planning to watch for days.

Then my dad walked in my room with news that changed my entire weekend.

“Are you packed yet?” he asked me, just as Bod was being kidnapped by ghouls. I had no idea what he was talking about, so I responded with a sincere expression of my lack of comprehension in a polite and intelligent manner.


“I said, are you packed yet? We’re leaving soon.”

“Leaving to go where?”

“To New Jersey!” he said, as if he had told me this a hundred times. It turns out my aunt in NJ was having a birthday party and our family was invited, My family had decided to stay over from Friday night to Sunday morning, and no one bothered to tell me beforehand. Having just gotten back home, this is my first real chance I’ve gotten to write a post, and I’m taking advantage of it.

Now that I think about it, I was right when I said going to school motivates me to write more. My mind’s full of ideas again, but I have yet to master the art of time management. I say I don’t have time for anything, but deep down I know that’s only because I spend the first hour I get home eating food and watching TV.

But if there’s a will, there’s a way. If many of the people I follow can manage to fit time in to blog on a daily basis, then so can I. I’ll just stay up later or something. Or maybe I’ll try one of those five-hour energy things, just to see if they actually work.

And before this post turns into another “Things are gonna start changing ’round here” post, here’s a picture of an adorable mouse.