Oh, hello.

You scared the piss out of me.

*sips tea*

So, I haven't written in a while. Apologies. 

My computer's an arrogant little *mumble mumble* and took a month to be fixed. I just recently got it back about 2 days ago, and have been pondering what exactly I should write about, now that I actually have the ability to blog again. 

I still have absolutely nothing to write about, which is exceptionally unsettling. Usually, I've got a few witty remarks that might make for a good article or two, but today... nothing.

That's what royally sucks about being a writer. Some days, you can't think about anything but writing. Most days, you know exactly what you want to write, but you can't get it down on paper...

Today, I've got nada. 

I've literally spent the last hour procrastinating on my homework by staring absentmindedly at this stupid computer screen, listening to The Who and pondering why this country is so fucking entranced by Nutella spreads. 

Writer's block is one of the most infuriating things I've ever encountered, and it seems that it gets its sick kicks by infesting my mind like a parasite whenever I sit down at my keyboard.

Usually, music helps me get rid of it, but not even Pete Townshend is helping me now, which he usually does. (Damn you, Pete. You and your adorably gargantuan nose. *weakly shakes fist*)

I keep hovering my hands over this stupid keyboard, waiting for my fingers to just make a masterpiece on their own. I've examined my bitten nails about ten times now, noticing every time a difference in the pattern of my chipped nail polish. There's still ink on my hand from where I smeared my biology notes today. My hands are cold. I have to re-paint my nails. I should really do my homework. My dogs need to shut up. 

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I just smashed my head onto my keyboard. 

**47 MINUTES PASS**

I have completed my homework. Did you guys know that Nikita Khrushchev was an arrogant little man?

**12 MINUTES PASS**

I have learned that President Theodore Roosevelt was known to swim naked in the Potomac River in the wintertime.

I have also learned that Franklin Delano Roosevelt was forced by his mother to wear a dress until he was five years old.


...I am bored and my tea is now cold.