Meh

I'm going to apologize now for this post, but for the past two days I've been in sort of a... a funk I suppose. I'm not sure what else to really call it. I haven't really done anything, and I don't really care about doing anything. I think I have to actually leave the house tomorrow because my brother wants to go school supply shopping, and supposedly this means I have to go. Even though I don't have school for another three and a half weeks.

I did finish Mockingjay last night, and the ending was brilliant. My favorite books are always the ones that make me want to write. Yes, I love the ones that make me think or I like ones that are fun to read, but the ones I love the most are the ones that make me want to experiment with writing and the ones that gives me ideas I want to play with. Mockingjay definitely did that for me, and it took me over an hour and a half to get to sleep because my mind was racing with ideas.

Of course this morning that desire to write seems to have left, although the ideas are still thankfully in my head. The story has been continually growing in my head now for about three years now, so hopefully one day I'll get it out. Maybe.