Mediocre-ly
I have these obsessions that come and go. Lately (as in the past two days), I've been all about writing letters to people. I've written about 5 and I can't wait to send them out in the mail tomorrow morning. I feel this urgency about my pen pals and it's cool but it's the same kind of feeling I get when I see a pair of shoes at Target that I want to buy but I know I probably shouldn't get. You know? Like this quick burst of crazed passion that you think you'll never be able to forget but then the next day you go to school and it's like you never even saw those expensive shoes at Target. The letter writing, it all started because I was bored and then we went to the art museum and I found some cute postcards that you can color yourself and then I bought them and well. . . here we are. A bunch of people have given me their address and now maybe too many people have given me their address but I'm going to write as many letters as I can now; while I
