Oct 01, 2008 15:35
After a few weeks of eating nothing but rice and pop tarts, a full meal of halfway decent food can keep me in a good mood for the rest of the day. At least until the next time I'm hungry, I can just happily reflect. When I have a great meal after starving for long periods of time, I end up telling several friends about it the next time I see them. I keep forgetting that they don't really care.
Wow, one girl across the way in the computer lab just said to another "I left you a really cute comment. You should read it." They are literally sitting right next to eachother. My own generation frightens and confuses me.
There are a few things I should be reading/doing for school until class starts at 6, but I think I'd rather spend time on my story about time travel.
I started writing this story a few weeks ago for personal amusement. It's sort of a blend of Phillip K. Dick and Vonnegut. It's about a near future where a brutal corporation offers vacation in the way of time travel. I usually start stories by writing the end and working my way backward, but in this one I'm just sort of improvising. For this reason I have no idea how long it will be when I'm done. I'll finish when I'm satisfied with the story structure. It has a lot of my style of humor, which people usually don't appreciate or miss altogether. For this reason, I don't see it being at all marketable. I'm writing for my own amusement and plan to ask my friends what they think.