I've been busy lately, but I always make time to read a good book. I want to jot down all of the sitings I observed yesterday. I feel this will be quite interesting to tell:

So the real fuss began fifth period. Our English class was expecting a substitute ... and now I'm returning to be lazy. It's not writer's block, we all know that cannot exist and I have the perfect quote from Anton Chekhov to prove so, but once again, I'm lazy -- or rather sleepy to be in fact.
I'm exhausted by all of my responsibilities. It's no fun I have to prepare for college. I'm rather terrified of receiving the rejection letters. Yes, I'm such a Negative Nancy.