Here I am

I told myself I wouldn't blog until I finished my homework.

Tada! 

How's that for motivation?

I went to the bookstore last night (looking for a magazine but I'm easily distracted). I wound up buying a bunch of books, one of which was kind of written in blog form. Please tell me I do not sound like this.

I was mildly horrified, but am now so curious about what is going to happen to these badly-writing unrealistic characters that I have to finish the damn thing.

I hate that. I can't not finish a book once I'm halfway through. I just can't.

Now it's a wonderful homeworkless sunday afternoon, and I'm off to a barbeque in a couple hours. Barbeques are significantly less fun when you're a vegetarian, but I'll adjust.

Love always,
Clara