time to post again.

its time that i post. i haven't for a while and i should, even though i don't feel like it. whenever i say that i should post i get on the computer, log in, and start to post. i might start writing what i did that day, and then decide that i didn't feel like writing about that anymore. so i press backspace and think of what else i could write. nothing. blah. so i get off the computer until i might think that i would like to post. this cycle might repeat a few times, and finally i would think of something. i should write about what i am doing, and what i might be hearing.
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the click of the keys on the keyboard are quick, and sounds as if my fingers don't know what they are typing but just are pressing down on all the keys.
the sound of a pages flipping that's in a book. to be exact, "eat, pray, love" by Elizabeth Gilbert. my grandpapa reads quickly and understands everything even though the page flips every few minutes. and when he reads quickly i think of these two people that are similar to grandpa when it comes to reading.
she is cleaning the kitchen or something that is not in this room. but as she is doing whatever she is doing, you can hear duncan sheik singing with string instruments in the back round, and maybe some electric guitar. you also hear her singing along with it.

i used to think that when my sisters would go lay outside in the sun, i thought they were weird, especially with the fact that they wanted a tan. now its my turn to lay outside in the grass or on a towel. she actually saw me when she dropped her daughter off to hang out with us for the afternoon. but whenever i lay outside in the very warm sun, i'm not hoping for a tan or a burn. im hoping to look normal after laying out there. but i know that either way, im gonna turn red.