Nothing To Write About

It's true. I have nothing (of importance), to write about. Well Sr. Judy is telling me right now that she'll give me something to write about.( not of my choice either). So: I hear that people are "enjoying" my blog. I suppose that's good. Um.... well.... I can't wait to get home and see people.

Sr. Judy' s friend, Marie (age 10), came over again. I don't know what's so funny to her that she feels the need to laugh at everything when she comes over. Just between you and me, it's really annoying. Now that it's Christmas, not winter, break, there's nobody around to play with or talk to. Just, FYI.

In my room it's always dark. Why? because I like it that way. End of story. So Sr. Judy yelled at me with no mercy and told me to at least open a curtain. Later, she looked up something on the internet about eye strain. I still read in dim light anyway, which is stubborn I'll admit.

Lastly, this is just my hello to anyone who just finished reading this whole thing. So if you just skimmed through or skipped through even, I'm sorry, but you don't count.