The Perks of Being a Cuban.

The days are beginning to string together in a seemingly endless pattern of sitting, eating, and watching terrible shows on MTV. Summer truly is a very boring thing. Even reading has become too difficult, as it is so much easier to sit and play Gold Miner. I need something to do. Something that will occupy my time and make me less of a slothy lazy pile of Cuban skin and bones. Perhaps I'll begin writing. That way I will be more comfortable come Creative writing time. I've always wanted to write but I still am at a loss as to what to write about. I've got interests and ideas in my head that, when formulated properly, could turn out to be wonderful stories. But I've never had the focus to do it , and do it properly. I even have an idea of a teenager who spends the whole short story talking about the difficulties of writing a short story. Ah! Irony! These many ideas sound great, hilarious, moving, poignant, and engaging in my head, however all those feelings as of yet have not transcended onto paper. Help me !