And on the 7th day...

Today is my off day. At least from having to attend any sort of class. Tis' the day of laundry, reading, and writing. I feel as though I'll do more on this day than when I actually have a schedule. The way it goes. Apparently, there's a whole mess of kids that attend this school that have participated in Americorps, so some of us have decided Americorps club? Sure, why not? In doing so, I hadn't realized I'd be asked to run it. So I may be president of a school club. Me the antisocial, anti-pretty much anything you could think of person of the area. Cool cool, I guess. Another thing for ces to laugh at me for, like I haven't enough. I have too much to write and not enough formulated into actual words, so I'll have to come back when I'm feeling more....myself. I guess that means when I come back, I'll have read my Hebrew bible (how exciting, at least it's only Genesis) and be somewhat prophetic, ha! More like skeptical. Insightful? Bored? Only reading shall tell. kk peace. (I fear re-reading this and sounding like: 'dear diary...' ugh)