I find it difficult to say just what exactly is going on with me. I'm changing, that much I'm aware of. Personality-wise and mentally. I just don't know what the outcome will be.
I haven't posted in a while, this I know, and this I apologize for. Things have been happening.
I'm the Short Story Author for my college's newspaper as of last Tuesday. Isn't it great? I have about a week I think to decide what story I want to put up. I have two in mind but both are maddeningly grotesque and bloody. One more so than the other. Hm. I'll see.
Either way, I'm terribly happy about the opportunity.
And of course, I leave for Florida on Saturday, the 12th. I can't wait to get down there and have fun with my friends. Much needed.
I'm in the college library, just got out of class, and I've a hankering for chips.
-_- I also desire to write some more of "X."
I daresay, I must start carrying around a USB stick/flash drive once again.
Convienent, and also, for we writers, necessary is it not?