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life is pretty fucking boring when there's no drama around.
this is why i never update this thing.
i'm living a life with very little conflict and no drama what so ever and it's nice.
all i have to tell you is that i'm writing a new short story and it's slowly coming along.
doing things a little differently this time.
just writing when i'm in the mood and not forcing it out of me.
i haven't written a short story in ages, so i figured it needed to happen.
for my own sake or else i'd feel like a waste.
yep.
nothing really special.
danielle's birthday event is today. red robin and a place called you're fired, apparently? it's going to be all girls besides myself so it should be one hell of a time considering i always like to make the worst first impressions of myself, but i think it wouldn't be appropiate this time. we'll dine ourselves with big, overstuffed burgers and then head up to oxford for you're fired, which, as danielle explained to me, was going to be "just like 9th grade art class without ms. smith taking a smoke break every 15 minutes and being a terrible teacher."
okay, i added that last line but danielle would agree with me. we'll be able to glaze things like coffee mugs and, i'd imagine, vases and shit. the best part is that you get to keep the thing you glaze, but you have to wait a week before you can get it back. she said she wanted to do something childish for her 20th birthday and i couldn't agree more.
then it's off to clifton for yet another birthday event; morgan's, which should be pretty damn fun and depressing at the same time. it'll be the last time i see morgan for some time and i'll surely miss her even though we only started becoming friends a month or two ago. she asked me if we could skip the awkward becoming friends part and skip right to being best friends. it was a good decision on our parts.
this is why i never update this thing.
i'm living a life with very little conflict and no drama what so ever and it's nice.
all i have to tell you is that i'm writing a new short story and it's slowly coming along.
doing things a little differently this time.
just writing when i'm in the mood and not forcing it out of me.
i haven't written a short story in ages, so i figured it needed to happen.
for my own sake or else i'd feel like a waste.
yep.
nothing really special.
danielle's birthday event is today. red robin and a place called you're fired, apparently? it's going to be all girls besides myself so it should be one hell of a time considering i always like to make the worst first impressions of myself, but i think it wouldn't be appropiate this time. we'll dine ourselves with big, overstuffed burgers and then head up to oxford for you're fired, which, as danielle explained to me, was going to be "just like 9th grade art class without ms. smith taking a smoke break every 15 minutes and being a terrible teacher."
okay, i added that last line but danielle would agree with me. we'll be able to glaze things like coffee mugs and, i'd imagine, vases and shit. the best part is that you get to keep the thing you glaze, but you have to wait a week before you can get it back. she said she wanted to do something childish for her 20th birthday and i couldn't agree more.
then it's off to clifton for yet another birthday event; morgan's, which should be pretty damn fun and depressing at the same time. it'll be the last time i see morgan for some time and i'll surely miss her even though we only started becoming friends a month or two ago. she asked me if we could skip the awkward becoming friends part and skip right to being best friends. it was a good decision on our parts.