Well, it has been awhile since I've written a blog. Mainly because I've been computerless for the better part of my summer,and partly because I've been doing more reading than writing lately. Finally, I'm finding myself with no more reading material, and more than a little inspiration for writing. I am really going to try to write a blog on a daily basis--Ok, I really just wanted to say that for dramatic emphasis. I actually won't really have to try all that hard, being that I'm jobless and all.
Which brings me to my next point, I really need a job. Like really bad. As much as I love sleeping in, and reading books all day, I'm starting to think I should probably do something productive, if only for my sanity. Oh right, and some you know, money would be nice. And recently, I've come to the depressing realization that I no longer just need a bs summer job while I wait for school to start, now I need an actual adult job. This is gross. I'm 4'11(1/2), and I look like I'm 15 years at best, and yet, someone is supposed to take me seriously and give me a job? This should be agaisnt the law or something. Can't I just be a student all my life? It's all I know how to do, and I'm good at it! Surely theres always something I can learn. Professional student...yes? And even though I will be starting grad school in the fall, sadly this will only be taking up two nights of my life. I had hoped college would go on, forever? Someone should really tell me these things.
I don't agree with this whole notion of growing up. I think it's pretty sick. And whoever invented it, is a mean MEAN person. One day your playing with barbies, and the next your graduating college. It's just not right. Childhood is extremly deceiving. I was repeatedly told that the hokey pokey was really what it was all about, that if you ate all those disgusting vegetables and drank milk you'd never get sick, and if you did good in school you would make lots of money when you grew up, They LIE.
All I want to do is just finish my book, become a bestselling author, and rack in a good million dollars. Then, I want to spend my days traveling to fab places for book signings, and hearing people tell me how much they love me. Fianlly, I will happily return to my mansion in Miami with my hubby and kiddies anxiously awaitaing my arrival. Is this too much to ask? Please just let me know when I've arrived at this step. For now, provide me with some tissues.
Please and Thank you.
