Let's give the writing a chance

I'm working with an assignment in written proficiency - that's the same thing as learning how to write correct - and I don't really feel that I have any flow so therefore I thought of blogging, but in English. Maybe that will loosen up my brain thickness. I sure hope so.
If you see any spelling mistakes, please let me know. I'm doing this course for training, simple as that.
So, what should I talk about? It's so much, but still nothing at all.
I'm home with my folks for the moment, it's nice. It's nice to sit at our kitchentable and remember yesterday's coffee (of course I didn't drink coffee - I haven't entered the dark side, yet. So I drank tea.) with a person that makes me feel so calm. And it's nice to sit at our kitchentable and to listen to John Mayer's "Who Says" while I'm thinking of Emma and Sara. And it's nice to remember that I visited Sara this Tuesday and that she made me great tasting food, and I had the opportunity to show her what I work with. And it's nice to know that Emma is fantastic. And it sure is nice to love. Because that is what I do, I love my friends and my family. And even if I'm a pain in the ass most of the time (especially economical towards my dadandmom), I'm quite sure that everyone in my surronding like me too. They might even love me.
And even if I feel worthless time to time, and even if I'm panicing time to time, and even if I'm sulking time to time - know I that I'm great. Because I make people laugh.
Yesterday I asked a friend of mine if he could describe me with one word (and one word only). My label became "understanding". I like that. It's nice.