My shit is more together but I didn't go to all my classes. lol. I'm sick again though and that's my excuse. Plus yesterday was my birthday. I bought a beer at lunch and the guy didn't even card me. Which was lame. My friend Amanda took me out to dinner (after my three hour long Chemistry lab, stab me in the eye please) for margaritas which was fun. For some reason I do feel more grown up. I've passed over that threshold and now I'm truly an adult who is about to leave home and make her own way in the world. Weird. But anyway. Today I'm going to get some writing done. WOOT! I've had the first chapter outlined forever. And I've had the first part of it written since last april but I'll probably rewrite it so I'll put a piece of it here for you. A little teaser.
I have tropical fish. They’re pretty to look at and they don’t talk back. Vibrant hues of blue, violet and green, a classic black and white with a hint of gold, an orange with fiery red flecks; they love me because I feed them. There’s nothing complex about our relationship. Their tank is huge, covering a whole wall of my loft’s living room. They're always in the mood for whatever record I happen to put on. Therefore have developed the same taste in music. They don’t care if I have secrets because even if I told them all the intimate details they’d forget it in about two point five seconds. Having a secret life doesn’t lend itself to great relationships.
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Whadda ya think? :D
And now I'm gong to be late for English. Damn. Peace out!
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