I miss

So I can't sleep. I've been writing my book for a while and I am officially brain dead right now. But I'm happy about that. The first chapter's come along so well, but that's just me. I don't think I'd ever say my book sucks. I'll get people to read it soon. I need constructive criticism though I'm very self-conscious of my writing.

Danielle called me tonight, we talked for like an hour. I miss speaking English every day, it's like a part of me is dead. Bear with me, I'm a writer. I miss my little Danielle, I miss watching Disney channel with her and talking about nonsense stories all the time.

I miss Stefani. She's my strength whenever I need a shoulder to cry on. She's been a great example to me and I miss calling her and hanging out with her at the library. I miss the library - now that's just plain weird.

I miss my married friends - they are great guys who can always make me laugh, and who actually think I'm cool. I wonder why.

I miss #. Silly me.

I'm re-reading HP 6. That fantasy world is my escape, I need one every now and then.

Writing this has been hard. Scotty - my aunt's Golden Retriever - twisted my right arm today when I took him out. I can't move it.

Rowdy's sleeping. It looks like an angel when it sleeps.

El Abuelo y Yo is almost starting. Gotta go. No me pierdo mi novela.