Yesterday I lost a lot of my time. I had to go to another camp out. They bother me, because so much of my time is wasted. I wish I could have spent more time on more pressing matters. Now I am home, and am wondering what this week will mean for me. On Friday, I will have to turn in a month long project. It has been using up all of my effort. I hope to finish soon.
Hi ! I am a six-year-old boy. My mom created this blog for me to record stories. Now it is mainly for me to practice writing.
Sunday, March 26, 2017
Monday, March 13, 2017
Monday
Today is Monday, the least epic day of them all. It is boring and is the longest day. I think on Monday of weekends left behind. I look both at an uneventful day ahead, and a tedious string of activities on the evening. It is boring, but on future days I wish that I had a better one. It always anchors the rest of my week. That is Monday for me.
Sunday, March 12, 2017
Weekend
This weekend has been a camp out. I feel I basically wasted two days of time. It doesn't really have a value to me, and is awfully boring and useless. I wish that I could use this time some other way, yet I have to do it all over again in two weeks. It was terrible, I don't want to go again. Its too difficult. Instead, I'll talk about the 8 hours I've spent at home. I did do some things, but it is so bad. I really expected something different. Both for today and yesterday.
Thursday, March 9, 2017
The Wave
Recently, my dad's to do list had started to become more and more meaningless. He doesn't enforce it as hard as he said that he would the first day. On the first week he let me have the iPad when I forgot to do 11 out of the 91 things on my to do list the first week. The second week, I didn't do 15 out of the 76 things on my to do list. Then on the third week, I didn't fill it out at all - and every single week he let my sisters and I play on the iPad. I partly feel like the to-do-lists burden is far too large, but whatever. Today, I have finished everything on it, but I starting to doubt how long this will hold together. Thankfully, I know my dad pays attention.
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