I'm in the mood for essays lately. I can't seem to write fiction OR poetry, which stinks...like...gym socks. Although, I'm not quite sure what gym socks smell like, seeing as I don't go to Public School and I don't have gym. Oh, well. And I hate socks.

I'm titling this essay "Gym Socks" since that's what Writer's Block feels like. :) Next time it'll probably be, "Summer Days" or something of the like, since Summer often exasperates me to no end. Unless I'm swimming in a lake. Then, it's okay.

Did you know I prefer rainy days over a sunny day any time? Yup, sure do! I'm weird like that. My wiring must be different. Or because I'm homeschooled. I use that excuse quite often for my weird or unique quirks.

"Um...why are you wearing mistmatched socks?" 

"Becase I'm homeschooled!" 

See? It works! Kind of. Okay, not really. They'll just probably look at you with even more confusion than before, and that's not helpful.

If you're reading this...and you've gotten to this point in my bizarre essay...comment and make your comment title "GYM SOCKS" just for fun. Tehehe.

Okay, now a favor. Will you scroll down through my entries until you get to "The Three" and test it out? The feedback I have so far is from my two friends, who are on a different site (well, 'cept for Kassady) and they might be a bit biased. ;)) "The Three" is like...one of my ONLY finished books. And it has a sequel. And a prequel. Which all needs lots and lots of work. Haha. 

Well, I guess this is it, then. "What's the point?!" You might ask. Well, here's my answer,

"Hey...I'm homeschooled!"

-Homey ;D