What it Is

I have proven myself a failure at being consistent. Methinks this should be a place for me. Maybe not the collected me that makes sense. More like the me that likes to be. To wonder, to plan, to think, to understand. I want to write everyday. It is my hope that this is the blog that will facilitate that goal.

I dont make any promises. You could still call this my creative blog. But I'd like to think of it more as the debris that is left behind after all the normal thoughts blow through my consciousness.

Don't expect it to always make sense or be worth your time. I think the main goal if for it to be my sanity.

Mottled Light

Mottled Light
the way my mind feels sometimes, waiting for a breakthrough.

Wednesday, February 11, 2009

Entry Fifty

I wanted entry fifty to be something special. Halfway to 100, you know.

The intention was to post what I have of my new and improved version of Bus Stories.

There has been no time. And the days between entry 49 and this one are already too many.

It's making me anxious.

Mostly formatting got in the way. Stupid Microsoft word and blogger not wanting to work together.

I almost went off on a fellow employee tonight. Not a pleasant thing.

The worst part was, 15 minutes later she apologized for getting angry at me and I felt really bad.

I told her I was PMS-ing, which was true, and that I was really sorry...which was only partially true.

Mostly I just wanted to be mad at her. Does that make me a horrible person?

I think it does.

I'm just glad to be home. Even if I have way too much homework to worry about.

speaking of about, it's about time I got to sleeping. I have a lot to catch up on tomorrow.

*sigh* I am soooo glad that am getting the hard stuff out of the way this semester so that my last one wont be so miserable.

"Time to die Crowe"

Name that movie. Me and Kirsti did yesterday.

Sometimes I hate myself for being so annoyed by people.

Especially my family.
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