I really want to write something. But what?

I love typing. It doesn't really matter what. I'm not that great at texting, but I love the feel of keys on the keyboard under my fingers. Sometimes I get this craving to type, like other people crave fancy chocolate or a shopping spree, and lately, I'm craving it. Unfortunately, I don't really have anything to write about. My spring break has been pretty boring, which isn't much of a surprise. Do I ever have an exciting spring break? It's not that I haven't had anything to do. I definitely have.

MONDAY: Pretty much nothing. I hung out at the house with Emily. Read Glass. Cleaned my room.

TUESDAY: Mom's day off. She spent it at the hospital. Emily and I took the bus to the shop so she could pick up her car. Read Impulse.

WEDNESDAY: Hung out with Dad. Helped him with his beer, went to Walmart and Hastings. Read The Nature of Jade. Began thinking in verse, probably from reading Glass and Impulse. They were worth it though.

THURSDAY (TODAY): Helped Dad clean. Read Forever Princess.

It's not like I've been out-of-my-mind bored, I just lead an exceptionally boring life. My goals for this summer? Learn to cook, earn a lot of money, and lose a size. That's not too much to ask for, is it? I don't know that I'll actually accomplish, oh, any of it, but at least I know what I want to do.

I kind of am craving a shopping spree too though.