Meg Dowell Writes

Happy Friday!

I’m fully prepared to get home and relax—to not think about homework or projects or school for at least twenty-four hours will be exactly what I need after five days of honors economics. I’m exhausted. I want to go to the pool, and up my word count for JulNoWriMo, and hang out with my friends (I’m especially excited about that one!). I hope today’s lectures go by fast.

Speaking of JulNo, I just checked the stats, and I’m #17! This is not cool, guys! I feel unaccomplished…like a failure, almost, except I already technically won.

I don’t understand how time goes by so fast. I mean, I almost forgot it was July when I was writing the date down on my test the other day. Can you believe summer is more than halfway over? There’s still a million things I have to do, like finish my book, and read all the ones on my night stand, and write a song, and draw a picture, and throw a birthday party, and get a new phone, and pick a substitute for the latin class I was going to take this fall, and post a ginormous rant about saving Earth, and…I need to make a list.

I wish I had a guitar like this. Not that Jason (my current, not pink guitar) hasn’t been good to me. Sure, his strings have broken close to a zillion times, and he doesn’t like to be tuned, and one time he attacked me. But wouldn’t it be so much more fun to play a pink instrument? I mean, pink is an awesome color to begin with. A pink guitar would be amazing beyond comprehension.

I guess I could spray-paint it, like they did with all of Sharpay’s stuff in HSM2 (golf cart, car, piano…). But I don’t think he would like that very much. He’s glaring at me.

I hate to leave you without saying much, but school awaits. I can’t wait until I don’t have to say that anymore.

Before I go, a tip: don’t run over old ladies with shopping carts. They’ll lose all respect for you and will probably make a scene.

Love&hugs, Meg♥