GOOD MORNING PEOPLE OF THE INTERNET!!!!!! You say it's not morning anymore? In that case GOOD AFTERNOON PEOPLE OF THE INTERNET!!!!!! It's cold outside just like I said I heard that it was going to be today. I'm supposed to be cleaning house. It's cold. So naturally I am procrastinating and talking to you lovely people instead. Aren't I just the most to say the least?! Nope. . . I am a slob and I am trying to change that but dang nobody wants to clean when they're so cold that muscles are aching. It's probably not even that cold outside verses how cold it is in my room. But that's another story that I am not smart enough to think of to tell you because I am cold.
I will eventually get around and start the cleaning frenzy that only seems to happen when I finally have had enough of my sloppiness and just clean like a mad woman. But for now I am happy talking to you amazing people.
This morning I woke up to my dad calling me. I didn't know it was him and I completely missed the call because it was cold in my room and I was warm under the cocoon if blankets I nested for myself. It was warm under my blankets. Don't judge me! Okay go ahead. I'm kinda judging myself because of that. So after a few minutes I went ahead and checked my phone because it could've been my dad and it could've been some emergency. So it was my dad but he didn't leave a message so it couldn't have been that important. So I sat the phone under the covers with me for a little while. And a few minutes later he called again just to talk. He was sitting in line at work for something so he thought he would call me just to see what I was up too. Not that big of deal that I didn't answer the first time but him calling me for a second time kinda scared me for a little bit. But I guess that that's what're under the bridge.
Man my grammar is off today and every day. For yalls sake. Please don't get too mad about my grammatical errors. I am not an English major. I am not perfect. I missed the class where they said what a gerund is. That is actually a true story and I still have absolutely no clue what the heck a gerund is. And I still end sentences with the word for. And I still produce a lot of run on sentences despite trying not to do so anymore. And I had been misspelling the word grateful for years until two years ago my sister pointed out that grateful is not in fact spelled "greatful". I had no clue. Im not good at spelling. That's why I ran my essays in college through a spell checker. I do not have one of those on this tablet. And my phone didn't gave one of those either in the app I was and am currently using. But every time now that I try and spell the word grateful as greatful I hear my sisters voice telling me that that spelling is wrong and I fix it before posting anything.
Partially I used to make mistakes like that on purpose just to irritate my mother who was a angel and always made sure to reread all my English essays for me. Which I am very grateful for now but at the time when I was in High school all I wanted to do was get it finished, turn it in, and then go hang out with my best friend Jessi.
We were bad kids back then. I remember this one time that we were going to try and pass one of her essays about Beowulf as my own as if we if hadn't copied her entire essay. She was homeschooled and there was no way my teacher was going to find out that we had done that. Well long story short. I started feeling guilty and I ended up doing the right thing and taking my essay a different way and I ended up making a better grade on it than she did at her school. Let me be clear. I wrote my own essay instead of using one that my best friend wrote.
But it was that night that I was doing it. It felt so dangerous. I felt so alive. It's funny now to me that I couldn't go through with it even though I could've easily got away with it. But yeah I was a bad kid for a few hours while we were planning this out. Ironically that was the only time that we were going to try something like that. I found something out with that essay. I really love writing. So I guess that you can say that my love of writing stems from a case of almost plagiarism. ALMOST!!!!! But like my algebra one teacher always used to say before she would beat her head on the chalkboard. Almost only works in horse shoes and hand grenades.
But long story short. Inspiration for writing for me comes from many places. Friends and family definitely. Road trips to weddings four states away. Totally! But then again you awesome people were along for the ride for the wedding trip for a little while. That was a great weekend. Last weekend. Lol Love y'all Mike and Mary Ann!!!! Y'all are awesome and I hope you are having a great time on your honeymoon in Japan! I am SO not jealous. (Yes I am) but y'all deserve this. You've been saving up for three years. I'm extremely happy for y'all!!!! And that is from the bottom of my heart. CONGRATULATIONS!!!!!!
Okay it is getting later in the afternoon and to be honest I have a lot of work to accomplish before my parents come back tonight. I wanna surprise my mom with a cleanish house. At least my stuff cleaned.
Love y'all,
Dayna H.
I will eventually get around and start the cleaning frenzy that only seems to happen when I finally have had enough of my sloppiness and just clean like a mad woman. But for now I am happy talking to you amazing people.
This morning I woke up to my dad calling me. I didn't know it was him and I completely missed the call because it was cold in my room and I was warm under the cocoon if blankets I nested for myself. It was warm under my blankets. Don't judge me! Okay go ahead. I'm kinda judging myself because of that. So after a few minutes I went ahead and checked my phone because it could've been my dad and it could've been some emergency. So it was my dad but he didn't leave a message so it couldn't have been that important. So I sat the phone under the covers with me for a little while. And a few minutes later he called again just to talk. He was sitting in line at work for something so he thought he would call me just to see what I was up too. Not that big of deal that I didn't answer the first time but him calling me for a second time kinda scared me for a little bit. But I guess that that's what're under the bridge.
Man my grammar is off today and every day. For yalls sake. Please don't get too mad about my grammatical errors. I am not an English major. I am not perfect. I missed the class where they said what a gerund is. That is actually a true story and I still have absolutely no clue what the heck a gerund is. And I still end sentences with the word for. And I still produce a lot of run on sentences despite trying not to do so anymore. And I had been misspelling the word grateful for years until two years ago my sister pointed out that grateful is not in fact spelled "greatful". I had no clue. Im not good at spelling. That's why I ran my essays in college through a spell checker. I do not have one of those on this tablet. And my phone didn't gave one of those either in the app I was and am currently using. But every time now that I try and spell the word grateful as greatful I hear my sisters voice telling me that that spelling is wrong and I fix it before posting anything.
Partially I used to make mistakes like that on purpose just to irritate my mother who was a angel and always made sure to reread all my English essays for me. Which I am very grateful for now but at the time when I was in High school all I wanted to do was get it finished, turn it in, and then go hang out with my best friend Jessi.
We were bad kids back then. I remember this one time that we were going to try and pass one of her essays about Beowulf as my own as if we if hadn't copied her entire essay. She was homeschooled and there was no way my teacher was going to find out that we had done that. Well long story short. I started feeling guilty and I ended up doing the right thing and taking my essay a different way and I ended up making a better grade on it than she did at her school. Let me be clear. I wrote my own essay instead of using one that my best friend wrote.
But it was that night that I was doing it. It felt so dangerous. I felt so alive. It's funny now to me that I couldn't go through with it even though I could've easily got away with it. But yeah I was a bad kid for a few hours while we were planning this out. Ironically that was the only time that we were going to try something like that. I found something out with that essay. I really love writing. So I guess that you can say that my love of writing stems from a case of almost plagiarism. ALMOST!!!!! But like my algebra one teacher always used to say before she would beat her head on the chalkboard. Almost only works in horse shoes and hand grenades.
But long story short. Inspiration for writing for me comes from many places. Friends and family definitely. Road trips to weddings four states away. Totally! But then again you awesome people were along for the ride for the wedding trip for a little while. That was a great weekend. Last weekend. Lol Love y'all Mike and Mary Ann!!!! Y'all are awesome and I hope you are having a great time on your honeymoon in Japan! I am SO not jealous. (Yes I am) but y'all deserve this. You've been saving up for three years. I'm extremely happy for y'all!!!! And that is from the bottom of my heart. CONGRATULATIONS!!!!!!
Okay it is getting later in the afternoon and to be honest I have a lot of work to accomplish before my parents come back tonight. I wanna surprise my mom with a cleanish house. At least my stuff cleaned.
Love y'all,
Dayna H.