All this work...

just ruins my inspiration to write. I love to write, and I love english. I love to create story ideas in my mind and put them on paper, and to dazzle people with words. It's something that I feel I have a real talent in, but hardly ever have any time to display it. It is hard to do that, however, when you work on a math portfolio for four hours. This weekend also included an eight hour quiz bowl tournament, halloween, church and quiz bowl practice. I also have friends that I want to see every once in a while. Something has to give, and unfortunately it is writing. I do not have any time to write on weekdays, because I spend almost every waking moment doing homework or studying. My parents are shocked at how much homework I have, all of the time. If I get an hour to myself on a weekday, it's been a great day. It sucks, but it is life right now. Sometimes I just want to turn it all off, but I don't wish for that. Wishing for small, lustful desires is a bad thing, since they often come true, and in the long run you do not want them too. I wish for inspiration. My lack of inspiration was inspiration for writing this journal entry. Theorize that.