Beet Fields and Communists

I’ll be completely honest; I do not want to write this post. There’s nothing worse than realizing you have to write one when you have absolutely nothing to say. I mean nothing, I’m completely blank right now but I guess I can’t put this off. I just need to sit down, compose myself, and slam my fists into the keyboard until I have a post. I probably won’t do that; I’ll rant about how I have nothing to say and keep repeating myself until I have enough words on this page to post. This is going to be a really long, and I mean really long year if I keep having to crank one of these out every week. Wait; scratch that, twice every week. It’s a grade based on my ability to come up with some random idea and turn that idea into about 250 words. I don’t have any ideas I want to share with you people. Go read “Thieves” you communists, and then you’ll see why. Not that I have anything against “Commies,” I’m positive you’re all wonderful people keeping those beet fields alive like a good Soviet. This is not going to be one of the blog posts Burge shows in class, not with that Communist comment I just made. It wasn't me, promise. I wonder if I can end this thing with exactly 250 words. This is going to be interesting. I feel bad for the person reading this; you just wasted a good 30 seconds of your life.