Gosh...
I haven't written in here in F-O-R-E-V-E-R!!!!
Meh....I guess that's cause I really didn't have anyone to say it too....but now I really don't give a damn.
Anyways....I am sad.
Here is why: I just finished this GREAT book, by Natalie Krinsky, called Chloe does Yale.
It's about a girl who is a junior at Yale, and writes a sex column for the Yale Daily News. It's about her, her friends, her enemies, and their sexcapades within, and out of, the ivy-covered walls of Yale University.
I always get sad when I finish a great book, because it is over. Done. Nothing more. I know I have nothing else to read, so in addition to being sad, I'm bored out of my skull/ass/what-have-you.
I definitley know what I want to do when I grow up now. I want to be a writer. People say that writer's never have a "real job", and I am glad that it isn't. Only life is real, and a "real job" is not your life. Writing is your life. Being a stay-at-home mom is your life. Painting is your life. Being a musician is your life. Washing dishes at Orso's (a local restaurant) is not your life.
Until Next Week,
Melody
Meh....I guess that's cause I really didn't have anyone to say it too....but now I really don't give a damn.
Anyways....I am sad.
Here is why: I just finished this GREAT book, by Natalie Krinsky, called Chloe does Yale.
It's about a girl who is a junior at Yale, and writes a sex column for the Yale Daily News. It's about her, her friends, her enemies, and their sexcapades within, and out of, the ivy-covered walls of Yale University.
I always get sad when I finish a great book, because it is over. Done. Nothing more. I know I have nothing else to read, so in addition to being sad, I'm bored out of my skull/ass/what-have-you.
I definitley know what I want to do when I grow up now. I want to be a writer. People say that writer's never have a "real job", and I am glad that it isn't. Only life is real, and a "real job" is not your life. Writing is your life. Being a stay-at-home mom is your life. Painting is your life. Being a musician is your life. Washing dishes at Orso's (a local restaurant) is not your life.
Until Next Week,
Melody