I realize I haven't update very often this summer. The truth is, there's less and less to update about.
Ches left for school. I've already cried and wrote about it so there's not much point doing it again.
I'm still completely unprepared for school. Completely. Haven't bought anything but a laptop and printer.
Lindsay will be over in a few minutes. I have time to kill.
I've been reading a lot lately (what else to do?) and still wishing I was a writer.
I don't write that much anymore. I do see a point right now. I don't have any creative writing classes for the first semester anyway. I'll always be a compulsive journaler but no more short stories or poetry or half-attempted novellas. Just fragments of thought scribbled down. Ah well.
I really need to leave this town and pursue the mission of Starting a Life. I'm vapid pretty much. Vacant.
Will write more later, perhaps.
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