My Blue Angel

     Stupid me.  I joined a sight called fanstory.com.  You writers out there, don’t do it.  You have to pay to post anything, which is confusing and not fun.  I’m a broke college kid.  I can’t afford that kind of stuff.  Hell it’s probably not even good enough.  I just…fail.  Sorry, being grumpy for no reason.  It’s not your fault, you probably stumbled across me by accident anyhow.  I haven’t even begun posting literature in earnest again.

     I guess I was waiting to have my entries restored.  Like that’s going to happen.  Again grumpiness.

     Well, for something good to be said, “Saved” has got to be one of the funniest movies I’ve ever seen.  Anything that pokes fun at the crazies of this world in any form amuses me. Guess that’s just how I am.

     I get to vote this year.  I have my absentee ballot, but I haven’t even touched it.  Still, I feel empowered.  Long gone are the days of my helplessness.  I just hope this one doesnt take forever to figure out -_-;;

     My loft bed is up.  I’m sitting beneath it now.  Neat-O. 

     Should I bother working on big literature projects right now?  Or should I leave that until later?  Should I wait until I’m out of college, and only deal with short stories and the like for now?  Would anything else be a wasted effort?  I need opinions on this because for once in my life(or perhaps this has happened before) I am generally confused. 

     Help!