When There's Really Not Anything To Say

Stayed home from school today to kick this cold. I still don't feel great but I'll be back at school tomorrow, so that's okay. I went to watch my brother's Tae Kwon Do practice as my time with dad part of the week, just because I didn't want him to think I've been avoiding him or anything. I still feel pretty crappy so I'm not going to write much, but this is an every day journal, and it will be updated every day. It's different than others of its kind, because although views and the audience is fascinating to think about (coming up on a thousand views,) that's not really the focus. It's not to appease. It's not to address. It's not even to communicate. And the only reason I have to keep revisiting this is because on a site titled Blogger, it's hard not to be one: meaning it's difficult to refine a blog into a published journal.

Sorry if you've been bored with my life the last few days, I know I have, but this is what happens when you're sick.

I've spent the last five minutes trying to get you a picture.

Still working.

Messing around with Cameroid...

Going through the annoying process of saving and uploading..

And here they are, I think:

When I'm Writing

When I'm Not

And Everytime Else:

/\ The Good, The Bad, and the Ugly. /\

So just a little random writing. And pictures. First time, you know? Now that I think of this as private again, it can be better as public. There's a liberty in solitude that you can't find anywhere else.

So that's all for today. And if a picture's worth a thousand words, I guess there really was something to say.

So that's me.

Take me as you will.

Edit: Head's up, I just found another pretty sick writer -> http://bembersays.blogspot.com/