Jul 26, 2009 14:33
I'm going to take a writing class. I'm going to take this writing class so I can tell my stories. They need to be told. I'm far too young to have had so many ridiculous things happen in my life. It'd make a good read. Sex! Violence! Tragedy! More sex! Comedy! Things that will make you go OMG WTF. out loud. Just like that.
I can't stop talking today either. Which is another reason why I'd like to take writing classes. Conveying thoughts in a coherent manner on paper. Awesome!
I got my apartment. I move to the ghetto on the 15th. I'm scared. I think I'm going to buy a gun.
A fucking gorgeous guy asked for my number last night at a party. (It was like a frat party.. Why I was at a frat party?? Ask Tara. I'm still not sure.) We'll see whether he calls me after the beer goggles wear off. I was told he said I'm "Fucking cute." He looked like Tommy but 6'4. Bad thoughts bad thoughts bad thoughts cold shower.
(Cate is the only person who will have any idea who these people are.. But she never talks to me anymore. SO.. I'm communicating via Livejournal.)
I smell delicious.
Going to pack.
-Rad