My Sunday's,

I feel like I wasted my weekend by moping around the house but for some reason I just don't feel like getting up, getting ready, and for what? Nothing to my satisfaction. I hate blowing off friends for hanging out but lately I don't know I just can't seem to want to do anything. Sadly, as I'm sitting here I'm looking out my window and see that it's a nice sunny day. *Sigh*, yet I'm stuck inside. Not feeling the need to get out there. Maybe, just maybe I'll sit out, journal in hand?.. Just like I used to. No prompt to write out, no particular reason. Just a notebook, pen in hand, doodling the thoughts that come to mind.

Oh, how I miss not having a care in the world. Last night I had been flipping through the numerous journals I had laying around and saw how mediocre my writing has been. I want to try and have more of a deeper meaning to it. Although I must admit I got a laugh at reading of my past. A past that I'm not ashamed of but more like thankful for the lessons I learned. If being naive is a bliss than I had a hell of a blissful past years.

Even reading through blogs.. I'm one of the very few people out there that keep a daily blog.. sounds silly, but I get excited when people tell me that they read it and they relate to it or even inspire? Sometimes I forgot that there's more to conversate outside of the inter web.. but I was thinking that it's easy to write over the web and anyone that comes across is a stranger trying to take a grasp of your life. It's easy to write when no one know's who you really are. But just by reading a blog anyone out there can get a little snippet.

Ah, this blog is getting longer that I intentionally wanted it to be. So its Sunday- that means its time to finish all my homework, to study.. I barely even touched any of my trig hmwk and I yet to touch my english notebook. I guess I should get started on that now. I'm ending it here.

-Lisa