What to write...

It seems as if everyone that has a blog struggles with what to write....so do I.
Should I write about what I do every day?  I already kind of do that.  And I love photography, so I post pictures a bunch.  And when I try to write funny stories, they never turn out right.  Maybe because they are only funny to me.  And If they are only funny to me, then why should I write them?  I don't know, maybe because I entertain myself with my own little funny stories.

So I visit a bunch of people's blogs, even people I don't know.  Don't worry, I am not a stalker.  But what stalker would say, "I'm a stalker."?  None...so there was no point in writing that I am not a stalker, cause you may not believe me either way.  But..what another person did on his blog was write for 30 minutes straight...without stopping.  Like he said, it's like from English class, except in my freshman year English class, we only wrote for 15 minutes, and my sophomore year, sometimes only a couple.  So I will write for ten minutes straight....starting at 1:36 pm on this Friday the 25th of June...

Okay...yesterday I went to this picnic and hike thing...pause...ok I had to answer my friend on facebook chat.

So...yesterday evening I went to Lost Lake for my church's picnic...and we also went on a hike.  This hike,...I think called Inspiration Point?  I am not sure.  But we hiked up the steepest hill ever....the next steepest hill would be a cliff...and climbing it would be considered rock climbing.
Have you guys ever gone rock climbing.  I think the funnest point would be to belay down the rock...that's what it's called, right?

While me and my best friend (Sarah) were climbing back down this hill..it was the most funniest thing to watch her try not to trip and fall, and the most funniest face was when she went to grab a tree for support, and instead made a disgusted face and backed off cause she said it had fungi and mushrooms all over it.  Needless to say, I don't think you are a hiker...not that you have to be a "natural" hiker, or a born hiker, its just not your thing.

hmmm.. I am sitting in my bedroom, in my brown, soft chair, and am looking around in my room.  I have stacks of books on this shelf on my wall, and on my bulletin board are papers and certificates from running and swimming. Evidence remains of my photo class..which I really miss..and new evidence appears as my AP comp class next school year.  I bought a huge paper calender to post on my bulletin board, and as I brought it home I was anxious to write on it, and plan out my incredibly busy life, just kidding, its not that busy...but when I got home I realized the calender doesn't even start until this July....it might be bad that the excitement in my life comes from organization and planning...but its what makes me stress-free.

When I turned sixteen, I expected it to be a lot less burdensome and more fun.  Woohoo, yes, I get to drive! and the rule is now I get to date.  But I also have two jobs, and when I drive...who is responsible for getting me to places on time? me? oh yes, its me, not my mother anymore..which is quite frightening. I'm still not fully familiar with the whole town, even after living here my whole life...which I discovered on the first day of work.

Now I am done...around 10 or 11 minutes..yes! goal accomplished.