Ideas to write on are very hard to come by, but do you know what's even harder to come by?  Good titles, that's what.  Some of my titles have been decent, but most have been bombs.  They are just absolutely terrible, and I can't seem to be witty enough to create better ones.  This whole post was actually going to be about how I love to eat and how everyone criticizes me for it *ahem* Coco Honey *ahem*.  But of course, I couldn't think of a title.  And how are you supposed to get someone to read your blog without catchy titles?  'Cause that's where the magic is.  I might as well document what's happening in the room for the rest of the post.  Connor is stroking his non-existent beard with one finger.  Gray is dancing to music while typing and laughing at Hunter.  Most people aren't blogging.  Haley has a nice deer keyring on her laptop.  Mrs. Matthews just dropped something.  Yes, I really am this bored.  And with all of these keystrokes, it probably seems to you that I'm doing something productive.  That is not the case at all.

Writer's Block

Well, I've used all of my ideas that would provide a lengthy blog post.  Although those ideas were few and far between, it just feels like I've nothing to say.  A follow up to my follow up, the sugar daddy has finally left my mouth.  Looking back, that was sheer torture.  There are no words to describe the pain and frustration.  I think it equates to Chinese Water Torture.  Yep, that's a great way to describe it.  Actually, the light bulb is flickering in my head.  Blood donors are great people, and I'm really excited to become one.  As long as they don't have the same nurse as they did at my orthodontist's office.  That lady sat there, stabbing my arm for a good five minutes. She saw the vein, I saw the vein, everyone saw the vein.  Sadly, she didn't have the hand-eye coordination to stick a needle into it.  That sucked.  My arm was sore for days after that.  So as long as that incident doesn't happen again, I'm pretty sure I'll be completely fine with giving blood.  Plus I get cookies :)  As many people at my lunch table know, I'm quite the fatty.  I absolutely love to eat, but that's a post in itself.

Follow Up

I'm about to go insane.  This sugar daddy is still stuck to my teeth.  The timestamps on this blog post and the last may not seem too different, but I spent a good deal of time writing the other one since I could only use one hand.  The other hand was busy trying to pry the sugary, caramel goodness off of my teeth.  It hasn't helped one bit.  I've eaten these before, and I know Mrs. Matthews warned me, but they need to have an actual warning label on the wrappers.  Oh well with hazardous waste signs on trucks, put one of those on all of the trucks carrying these things.  By the time I have written this much, it has mostly dissolved off of my teeth but I can still feel it there!  There's quite a few comparisons I've thought of that suit this kind of torture, but I feel as though I'd go to, well, you know where if I were to say (or type) them.  That's what this is like.

Ghosts (But Not Really)

Since it's Halloween time and all, I thought I would follow the prompt again and write about ghosts. Until however, that dang sugar daddy sucker got stuck to my teeth.  I mean, I feel like a dog with peanut butter stuck to its mouth.  I can't get it off for anything and it's killing me!  I'll never give peanut butter to a dog again if I get this stuff off, I promise.  I could ramble on about how terrible this is for hours, but I'll spare you that misery.  Actually, uggggggghhhhhh!!!!  How can something that tastes so good do this to me???  Okay, now I'm done.  Anyway, ghosts.  Most of the stories just suck.  The creepiest thing I've ever done regarding ghosts was travel to the graveyard in the forest of Ben Hawes (State?) Park.  They have a few tombstones labeled with the person's name and how they were accused of being a witch and then hanged.  Speaking of being hanged, I would rather have that done to me than have this stupid sugar daddy still stuck to my teeth.  It's been fifteen minutes now, and still stuck like it's freaking rubber cement.  In fact, that should have been the punishment for all the people accused of being witches instead of hanging, drowning, burning, etc.  This is far worse than all of those.

Scariest Movie

I believe that this is the first time I've actually followed one of the prompts.  Normally, I don't feel like I could write very much with any of them, but this might be somewhat different.  The last movie I saw that scared me was a movie I watched when I was three, and that's the truth.  For some reason, they all seem to be just movies.  The reason the one I watched when I was three scared me was because, well, I was three.  The part that I remember was people being on a submarine for some reason, I know they were not military.  Suddenly, robots appear and take over the submarine, killing everyone.  However, it's not enough to just kill them, but they dissect their bodies afterwards.  The movie showed fairly realistic brains for the time, and most of the lights were off when people were killed.  These two were terrifying because I was a little squeamish from blood and still a little scared of the dark.  That movie still seems scary to this day, although it probably would not be if I watched it again.  It's too bad that I don't have any idea what the name of the movie was.  My sister had rented it for Halloween.

Don't Worry 'Bout It

You know, sometimes, Justin Estes can be a real meanie-head.  All he does is make fun of people and tell Coco Honey that he has no soul.  Just kidding, he's nice.  However, I love telling him "Don't worry 'bout it." because it makes him really mad that he can't know.  Another great thing to do is mess with his computer.  Actually, it's even more fun to mess with Coco Honey's computer.  Every time he gets up to do anything and leaves his computer open and logged-in, I am simply too tempted to mess with him.  What I normally do is hold the windows key and the f key together, which brings up quite a few search boxes.  Then, I also rotate his screen in a clockwise pattern so that he cannot use the mouse to close the search windows.  Because of all of this, his computer slows down and I've been able to disable his computer for an entire hour before.  It was genuinely hilarious.  Of course, when he asks what I'm doing, I answer with "Don't worry 'bout it."