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It's kind of hard sometimes to think of a blog, and what to say. Sometimes, I sit at the computer for hours, then write two lines, save as draft, and never see the blog again. And, the funny thing is, I love to write. I just love to put things down on paper, and read them over and over again for my own enjoyment. To tell you the truth, I have actually only finished one book, and that book wasn't even good. You see, I was trying out different types of writing, and my friend Tiffany gave me an idea. She would write books that were "animal's journals". They were always really good, so I decided to try. I ended up writing a book called "Silver's Journal". As you can guess, it was kind of bad... actually, it stunk. So, I'm never writing an animal journal again. I still stick with writing different kinds of books though, mainly novels. I also love to read. Anybody who knows me knows that I can't keep away from books. We had these little cards in 5th grade where people would write down the books they finished that year. Many people had a good sized amount, you know, twenty or so books. Some had less, but everyone pretty much read. I had sixty books on my card(s). My favorite books are realistic fiction, novels, science-fiction, fantasy, and some historical fiction. I love books about knights and the middle-ages as well. I recently read a book called "Stonewall Jackson". It was a biography for class, and I was amazed how much I enjoyed it. I never realized how important and gifted General Jackson of the South, was. He did amazing things, and I was so suprised when I realized that I was almost the only one in my class who knew about him. He was just amazing. He died in his late thirties after catching pneumonia because his own men shot him during a night battle, not believing it to be their General they were shooting at. I wanted so much to know how Stonewall felt. I mean, dying because of your own men. On his deathbed, General Jackson was shouting out orders, and then fell quiet. His last words were, "Let us cross the river, and rest in the shade of the trees." I thought that it was very poetic of him. I bet that my last words are going to be something like, "Excuse me, I just burped," or "Duct tape, I need Duct tape." Hopefully... not. "Let us cross the river, and rest in the shade of the trees."