Today I decided that I would begin to put all the phrases, ideas, snipits of stories down on paper, or rather in a blog. I was determined to, for once, get something out that has nothing to do with an english asignment and finally type what I write in my head over and over. So I changed the sheets on my bed, fluffed the pillows, and arranged my desk in perfect order-- everything that renders a clear mind and an inspirational haven. What have I come up with? Nothing. For once my mind is blank-- void of the usual ramblings that I always think I should put down on paper. I'm snuggled under my comforter, where usually my mind just begins to get working as my body wants to fall asleep, and the one time I am poised and ready, giving my ideas an outlet, all I can do is type that I have nothing to say. Oh well, unruly mind. Maybe if I try to fall asleep, I'll think of something worthy of writing.