I got home from work all ready to throw together a ten-minute informative speech, but there was a message on the machine: speech was cancelled. Yay! More time to work on my story! It’s due Wednesday. So of course I went into my room and started up the computer, opened up the file and started editing what I had written before, reading it over to know how I would progress to the next scene. I got hungry, so I went into the living room to get some toast. I sat down on the recliner, my dad was on the couch.

“You need to be done with school by Fall semester.”

Yeah dad. Yeah, I’m going to be done in one more semester. Suuuuure. You’re the reason it’s taking so long, shit face! You made me get a job. I can only swing three classes a semester now, dickwad. I’m getting As and Bs, unlike you…talentless freak. Oh dear, it’s Amanda. Must evacuate. Long story short, I got very pissed and went into town, deposited this check that I got from the website I sent those books to ($80! Woot!), and then I drove to the Drift office where I started blogging and hoped to work for a while on my story, but then Amanda goes and disrupts my plans.

You know, she would be such a good character, because even though she does unpredictable things that are often mean-spirited, she is redeemable. I feel this compelling urge to keep typing…if I stop, there might be some sort of conversation. Wait: I have IM here. I could ask one of my friends if they want to hang out! Solution! Woot.

Oh, this morning was glorious. I got to rip Angela’s story to shreds. It made me happy, even though I did it guiltily. I really must work on my short story. Nothing makes me more productive than being in the same room with someone that I don’t want to talk to.

Darn! My friend is busy! No one will save me!

I’d better copy and paste my story from my old blog post of it. Maybe it will get me going. I’m going to write like a madman no matter whether it sucks or not. Yay for freewriting!

I haven’t posted in a while, I don’t know why. Hmm. Last Thursday me and Joe hung out, we watched Pi and drove around, that was cool. Last night I hung out with Josh. I’m sick to my stomach this morning, I don’t think they cooked my food well at Denny’s last night. I would be in the shower right now, but I found out that when my dad asked if he could put my clothes in the dryer, I assumed (silly me) that he would actually turn the dryer on once he was done. But no. So I have to wait a bunch of time until I can get dressed. I guess I can still shower, but I’ve grown accustomed to drying my towels in the dryer before I shower so they’re all perfectly dry. God I’m so tired. I’m going to have to make some serious tea to deal with this day. I critique Angela’s “story” today. This is going to be hell. I feel so sick to my stomach. Of course the day I have to critique is the day I get sick. The world wouldn’t have it any other way.

Every decent man is ashamed of the government he lives under.
–H. L. Mencken