Samantha: the blog

I'm sorry to report that nothing of consequence has happened to me recently. My blog is becoming bored. I need to think of something to spice it up.

thinking...thinking...thinking...thinking

It's not working very well. I suppose I'll just think of regular things that happen to me and see if I can talk about them in an entertaining way.

I went to the bank today. The bank closed at 6:00 and I walked in at 5:58. Now if that's not suspenseful, I don't know what is. Talk about close shave.
I went to Walmart last night. I wanted to buy some Propel water that I could take to the gym with me. They only had lemon or berry flavor left. I don't like either one. I stood there trying to decide if it was better to be Propel water-less or to drink a flavor I don't like. Suddenly, I got a hunch to check the bottom shelf. There, in all its glory, was the last case of melon flavor. How's that for divine inspiration?
I dropped my mascara wand on my brand new white bathroom rug the other day. I had to wash it. It was sad.
I don't like the chair I'm sitting in tonight. It makes the back of my legs kind of sweaty.
I lost the little nail file I keep in my purse. It's kind of a problem because all my nails are chipped right now and I have no way to fix them.
I love Wheat Thins. They are the best crackers ever invented. I eat them a lot.
I like to watch Cops. It's a fun show. It lets me actually see the kind of people I talk to all day long. Most of them are lovely people. My dad likes Cops too. Sometimes we watch it on Saturday nights. Yes, I spend Saturday nights watching TV with my dad.
I hate it when the sheets come all un-tucked from my bed. It makes sleeping not fun. Thats what my sheets are like right now. I'm going to be dragging myself into bed at about 7:20 am and that is the bed I'll be crawling into. I wish I had mind powers. I would just make my bed with my mind. That would be neat.

Well, I think we can safely say that nothing about my life is exciting and it's 2:00 am and I need to stop writing. I'm starting to scare myself with my strange, random ramblings.
I guess un-interesting is okay. It's better than interesting in bad ways I suppose.