Reasons I'd be okay in a postapocalyptic world where me and Hannah are two of very few survivors

1. I would get to spend every day with Hannah most likely, because we'd all have to stick together to ward off zombies/ aliens/whatever happens to threaten us.
2. I would get to shoot stuff. Like seriously. Wouldn't that be AMAZING??? And no pesky fireworks laws, either... Hehe
3. The obesely liberal people of the world would not run the world. In fact, if Hannah was there, she'd probably run it. And I'd be Okay with that.
4. I'd probably still look amazing, because Hannah can do anything fiber- related. Just saying.
5. Actually, I'd probably look better.
6. Money? Who cares? We wouldn't need it anymore. We'd probably go to a simpler system.
7. I wouldn't have to deal with things like deadlines, or paperwork, or school. I mean, please. Ain't nobody got time for that.
8. I would be with Hannah all the time! Did I mention that yet? Yes? Well, it's a very important reason.
9. I wouldn't have to decide what to do with my life! I mean, as much as I appreciate the choices, deciding is HARD.
10. I would never have to clean up another popcorn kernel again.

Wherein I procrastinate.

Guess who just realized she has to write 8 poems for her creative writing class by Monday?
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.Wow, you guys are SMART! And... I probably have a problem. But I'm okay with that! Because, well, frankly, I actually now have a mere SEVEN poems to write. So maybe I'm not as unproductive as I may not seem. (It helps that I turned off Merlin. But he's SO PRETTY!) Here's a picture. Just look at it. It's gorgeous.

I will never post a story on a public internet thing.

I have decided not to post my writing here on this blog. Because, A. One day, I might want to copyright it. Um... HA. JK. Actually, because, B. It sucks so much that I do not want to force it upon the world, because the last thing I want to do is contribute to more world suck. If you would like to read it, you may contact me individually, and if you don't know how to do it, I'll probably not let you read it anyway. I may post little snippets of something I'm working on on here, or something I'm PARTICULARLY proud of, but... not my novels. Ever.

Welcome to the lamest blog in the midwest.

So... umm... Yay! I have made it to my 9th blog post! Let's hope that I can start writing more. I'm sorry to anyone who happens to stumble upon this blog, because... well, I'm pretty lame here. Sorry. Here's a picture of my best friend instead. Don't you feel better now?
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... Yeah, me neither. Possibly, with therapy, you'll get over it eventually.
Anywho, so I just got back from a fantastic Relief Society Dinner (Relief Society, for those of you viewing this who may not be Mormon, is basically a thing that a bunch of ladies (I think of them as old, but I'm only 18) go to every Sunday and they help the church (and basically the entire world/universe (yes, I know, parentheses within parentheses... it's like parenthetiception)) run better. And sometimes, they have activities where all the ladies get together and eat food and socialize, like this thing I was at) and I talked to lots of really sweet women, one of whom informed me I need to send her the link to my blog. Here you go, Annette, this post is dedicated to you. :D Yeah. You regret telling me to post this now, dontcha? Anywho. So I just got back from that, and it was fun. Everyone, and I mean EVERYONE, asked me about going on a mission. For the information of the world (Yes, I realize that announcing it here, where no one will read it, is probably a bad idea if I want to announce it, but... who cares) I am going on a mission, I haven't started my papers, and I intend to leave this fall, yes, before my first semester of college, and no, I have never been out of the country, or been away from my family for longer than a week. So yeah. This should be an adventure!