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So I feel like I should be motivated to get on with my life. Actually, I should have felt this way the past few years. Partying for no apparent occasion caught up with me. I am finishing the math section in my GED studybook. (Honestly, I know I couldn't past the math test if I tried.) Reading up in my Cosmetology book yet again, writing a compilation of my poems which I am going to publish soon. (OOh two poems I published on Poetry.com are going to be included in their book Immortal Verses:) I WILL have that much done I'm counting on. If only I could approach my initial book idea,(Zombies infected with ...)I don't want to screw it up and have a perfect plot come to mind, a year after it's done. I'd hate it, I know I wouldn't want to revise it. It has to be done right the first time!
I have been trying to explore different ways of promoting my craft shop and making things I hate and others love. Sketching a bunch of concepts down for new and idiotic "knitted nothings". They only thing to do is to be patient and wait for people to buy shit.
Man, thinking on the past, all the days spent at the skatepark, random parties and shit. Damn.. I am going to be 18 next year. Where did the time go?
I have been trying to explore different ways of promoting my craft shop and making things I hate and others love. Sketching a bunch of concepts down for new and idiotic "knitted nothings". They only thing to do is to be patient and wait for people to buy shit.
Man, thinking on the past, all the days spent at the skatepark, random parties and shit. Damn.. I am going to be 18 next year. Where did the time go?