On How I Hate to Write

So here I am trying to write a 5-page term paper for my Old Testament Survey class. And you have to understand, I have absolutely no desire to write this thing. I have no desire to write whatsoever. So much so that I thought I would write a blog about how much I don't want to write. Ironic, eh? I reckon I had rather blog because I can use my natural accent instead of making a vein attempt of pretending to have a large vocabulary (as if i don't intuitively portray that characterization on here on given occasions).

I have to say the weather has been flippin' awesome here lately. A nice mixture of sunny and overcast with no rain, in the upper 70's/lower 80's with a steady refreshing breeze. Now I realize that sounds like summer to some of you Yankee pansies, but here in the South it don't get no better'n this. I have no idea where I'm going with this, but I figured it to be worth mentioning. I enjoy being envied I suppose. In all seriousness, the weather has made me think about how blessed I really am. On top of the weather, I've been blessed with an am amazing group of friends, both here in Webster County and in foreign states. I went to an amazing concert last night. I have been given the miraculous ability to read for 37 hours per day to keep up with school work, and still scrape up enough money to cover January's cell phone bill (yes, it's March, and you people are behind on your blog subcriptions). Moral of this blog: Enjoy the weather, love life, thank God for it. Y'all have a good 'un.