Made out of the Blue

I don't know why, but for some reason, I have the urge to write spontaneously. It has been bugging me for the past 20 minutes. I have no apparent aim. I have no subject in mind. I'm just writing for the heck of it. This must've been like how drug addicts are craving, or, rather, dying for their next fix. Writing is my drug and I want to get my next fix.

Well, since I have nothing to write about, I'll just skim through what I did today. I walked around my neighborhood today with my little sister. We came across a pretty big and wide bayou and met a lost dog roaming the area. It was small, black and white colored, and had an abundance of energy at its disposal, kind of like the relative who was next to me.

The weather outside was nice. I'm talking about the weather in the evening, mind you, not from during the day or afternoon. The heat at that time of day fucking blows. I feel for those people who work under the blazing sun for a good 10 hours every day. It has to be excruciating. All I can do for them is hope for their good health in the future amidst scorching ball of fire and evil. I wish them well.

Now back to the walk. Spending some time with my sister was great. I loved it. She said she enjoyed it too when I asked her how she thought of the activity. This was good for her, I believe. She has nearly 5 days left of her summer vacation before she goes back to school. She needed to have a quick breather. I wonder how she's going to take on high school. I think she'll do well. My other, older sister and I did a quick tour of the school for her after the orientation on Monday so that makes me think we gave her enough information she needed to have to survive there. She better make good use of it.

It's not that strenuous to understand the nooks and crannies of my high school, in my opinion. I'm one of its alumni so I can tell you firsthand that after the first day of my sophomore year there I understood everything. If I did it, then so could she. She should have no problems. She'll be fine.
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God, she's screwed....