Well the hardest part of writing, for me, is all of it. I guess after the begining of the school I've started to like it more and more. So I took just a little time today to write. Just write anything. That didn't work. Although it did inspire me to write (as all writers do at some point) on writers block. So I posted it, even though I don't think its very good cause I figured I've got nothing better to do. Here it is:

No matter how many times you lay your hand to the paper,
Inspiration sneering at you from behind its lines,
No matter how many times you fight the pen,
Bending its will to your own,
Even though your desire to fill the page with emotion
Could turn the mind to madness,
Even though your hands tremble with passion
Palms wet with sweat,
Despite all of the days you spent in the woods,
Natures' beauty shining in glorious morning dew,
Despite all of the nights you spent pouring your soul out
Spilling it on the page,
There is only one result,
One conclusion
One solution
The only cure for writers block is quitting.

Well, first of all the, if you don't understand the name of my blog or my posts, they are all song lyrics, live with it. But I don't exacty know what to write about. Life is pretty good, execpt stupid Biology. I just want to let everyone know what kind of class this is. Okay first of all, what kind of biology techer gives you a handout called "Bacteria Sex", even if it were about bacteria sex it wouldn't be terribally normal, but guess what?! It's not even bacteria sex. This coupled with the fact that despite being five chapters or so behind in our work we are reading a pointless book on ebola, which could be alright. But then again, it's poorly written (my dogs could have eaten a piece of paper and puked it out with better form than Mr. Preston) and, I didn't think it possible, it spends several paragraphs expanding on the "finer poitns" of eating termites. I guess that part isn't so weird, until they start talking about the queen ant, which, urrgghhh I don't even want to think about. But lets not talk about my opinions of the class, lets simply look at my teachers grades for her sixth hour class, hmmmmmm.........I see, wait they give that grade, I didn't know they gave Zs, but it looks like there are......yes SEVEN Zs, (oh yeah let's pause for a minute, it's not just seven Zs it's seven in a row, this is ridiculous, I mean how can you get a 28% on a final exam! ) maybe I had different expectations of highschool, stemming from my sister going to The Festival  (as I call it). Last week over at her school the entire Junior class had a parade, just because they felt like it. But whatever, I'll just stay content getting told what animal I'll come back as when I die everyday in biology, and hopefully I won't freeze to death in the middle of class. Yeah, the heat was out the past two weeks, it was about 1 degree farenhite, (no joke) in her classroom untill yesterday. It's risen to a sweltering 45 now.