Brain Spew of My Strange Thoughts

I’ve had the weirdest week since last Wednesday. It started with getting the flu, so I haven’t been in class until today. Because I have not been in class, I also have not completed any assignments which sucks. That’s just added stress on my body and soul, so if I act funny or something happens, that’s likely the reason. I can work on small things, sure, but I have a packet to finish that will cost me at least three test grades if I don’t get it done in time. I can work on it in small increments, but I don’t think I have the time for that. I also have a literary assignment that I have to complete, but I haven’t been able to complete it because I know the plot calls for so much planning and depth. Which also sucks because I really want to finish it.

As for the especially weird thing, I have been in a strange romantic lovey-dovey mood for the whole week. I’ve been trying to plan trips to random places for myself. When I say plan, it’s more like budget because homegirl has no money to just jet off across the country. I enjoy planning things like that, and I have a date in mind for such excursion as well. I have it somewhat broken down to where I go to certain sites for help. Instead of looking for a hotel, I go on Airbnb to look for cheaper homes in the area to stay in. I found this one website that helps create an itinerary for your trip if you send all your confirmations, which I find really cool. I don’t know if I’ll actually do it though. My latest issue has been driving versus getting a plane ticket. I can’t drive yet, so it’s very unlikely for me to do a road trip, meaning I will have to get a plane ticket. I’ve never been on a plane before, so I wonder how that will go. Man, long-distance is such a strange thing too, but I won’t get into that.

Author: Morgan Crosby

The girl from D'Iberville is a really dull girl. She locks herself up in her room, content to spend her time reading and occasionally writing. She loves to read little YA romances and sometimes finds herself with books about history. The main thing motivating her writing is her overactive imagination and the strange dreams that plague her sleep. Her works also stem from what she has heard from music, conversations, or when half asleep. Crazed killers, haunted mirrors, and murderous siblings seem to be part of her stories in some way, but they always start off in her dreams. She started writing when she was in middle school, but had been telling stories since she was little.