High standards

I have not been one to reflect much on what I've typed on these here keys long after I've completed typing them. For instance, proof-reading...torture. I wrote it, it made sense in my head, why would I want to read my own writing, especially when it is not something I necessarily wanted to write in the first place. That's mostly school related, but the same goes for other things i've realized...like this blog, there's no proof reading, editing, etc...if mistakes exist then consider it adding to the flavor of the piece.
I will hypocritically recant on the previous statement and say that if enough time passes I will on occasion be forced, or by chance read a work I've done and either find it slightly appealing or rather suprising how many spots don't really make sence. I spose that means your english teachers are right when they tell you it is a good idea to proof read huh?...well, okay, either way I think the rules should read once a paper is written it should not be read again by the writer until at least enough time has passed for the proposed author to forget all that was written. Is there a second?
Well, here it is Sunday evening...episodes of Gilmore Girls fill in the dark silence. Dark because it gets dark outside so freaking early.
Can i tell you how I have come to thoroughly love my Sundays? Possessive yes because it is my day of rest. My day of rest and day to enjoy worshipping God at church, in my pajamas, enjoying leisurely reading, time with friends (all not at once, especially pajamas at church, though I don't think God would mind if it did happen). I almost get possessive to the point of selfish. My one day to be introverted (relatively as I still get plenty of hugs and interaction at la iglesia) and alone and not plan. I find if my plan of not planning gets interupted then I get a little fussy. Is that an oxymoron? Is it bad? maybe. I get over it. I deal. I squalsh the planning attempts. (squalsh, good word). Either way that's how it goes. And here i go