Back in the Swing

So I'm back from spring break and now need to get back into the groove of posting regularly on here. If you're wondering what I did over spring break, here's a short list:
-Saw 'Mamma Mia!' at the Orpheum Theatre
-Sat around and played video games
-Worked on homework
-Ate a lot of food

If you weren't wondering what I did over Spring Break, just ignore the above list.

So remember how shortly before I disappeared for a week I was moaning about how my writing sucks? Apparently I'm the only one who thinks that. My classmates read what I wrote and loved it. My professor said that I seem very comfortable writing fiction (which I am). I'm not sure why I seem so comfortable in this imaginary world that I create. Maybe it is because I can control the way things go. I like to think that I try to stick to some sort of logic when I'm writing, but I do probably bend the rules at times. I like that. In real life, I can't control the emotions or actions of other people. When I'm writing, I can. I can do something like this:

"Why do you have to eat everything in the house?!" he yelled angrily, wanting nothing more than to see his fat friend out on the street, living on nothing but the blubber he had already accumulated.
"Oh, you don't mean that. You're just upset because your blood sugar is low," he replied, moving laboriously to wrap his 90-pound friend in a giant, fatty embrace.

And that's the story of the morbidly obese man and his 90-pound, 6'7" friend that I just wrote. It's a completely outlandish situation, to be sure, but it can happen because I said so. It's an interesting feeling. So there's my thoughts on writing. It's good for people who want to feel as though they're in control of something. There are other reasons to write, of course, but that may be why I write. To feel in control. Or perhaps it's because I really do have words to say, but I can't say them verbally. So I put them on a page. There I can rearrange them, find different and better words to use, and make sure my meaning is clear. Well, hopefully my meaning is clear. I think generally when I write, it is. Here it isn't so much, because I'm doing more of a stream of consciousness thing, rather than thinking and carefully planning what I'm going to put into this little white box on my screen.

Alright, that's enough interesting things from me for today. I haven't given you guys a good joke in a while (unless you count my short story above about the skinny man and his morbidly obese friend).

Two cows are in a field. Suddenly, from behind a bush, a rabbit leaps out and runs off. One cow looks around a bit, eats some grass, and then wanders off.

That's all for now, folks.