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I want to be a writer so bad it hurts. For so long I tried to convince myself I wanted to be a lawyer. Now I'm really trying to figure out who I am and what I want to do. I want to write. I want to write in the middle of the night. I want to write on the bus. I want to stop walking and sit down to write. I want to eat my words and sleep with poetry. I want to embody this. It feels good to admit what I want to do. Now I'm trying figure the metaphorical 'how'. Hell, I might give journalism another shot.
My Life, Mundane at Best
First off, effin cat. While writing this entry I'm staying at my aunt's to get a break from my mother and sister. Well, the cat keeps peeing on the rug to spite my presence. So two minutes ago he squats on the rug three steps away from fresh litter. I shut the door to the room, immediately grab him & place him in the litter box. Then rewarded him treats once he peed. Three years old and he is trying to be spiteful with urine to "mark his territory." Other guests have stayed here and he did pull this. Oy.
Update:
Survived finals which were traumatic. I endured three all nighters practically back to back. GPA was good. Next semester, the Dean
Guys, I dropped the ball :3
I just had one of those magical, uncanny college moments. I went to the library to finish an assignment due at five PM. Almost all the computers are taken and finally someone leaves. I put my stuff down and the guy sitting down to my left meets my guy. We both exchange a friendly tight- lipped smile. He's cute. A bit wiry, dark hair, and skin the color of coffee with little cream. If I was the guessing type, I think his ethnicity would have been from South Asia or Middle Eastern. His nose is in a biology book and I'm watching a YouTube video for class. The rest of the library is either cramming for midterms or procrastinating. Then I see one
Angsty Poet SMASH
Okay. You know how you do a good job on something. It sits in your stomach like a rich meal. Let's say this meal was for an award dinner. The announcer walks up to the podium and you're on the edge of your seat. Your hair is perfectly coiffed and dress is smoothed. They call the winner who isn't you.
That's the way I feel now. I didn't expect first place but at least an honorable mention. Maybe it wasn't perfect or it was too simple. Or there was no oomph. I sumbitted Zombie Bites for a contest and someone else won. If you didn't know it was for a Zombie poetry contest you would have never known. I accept that I'm a sore loser.
In other new
College College College
Okay I'm moving into tomorrow for my scholarship program!
Kinda nervous, jitters haven't set in, & EXCITED!
Getting a little emotional trying to figure out how to make this place like home. At least I get to go home on the weekends!
In other news:
Going to the shooting range next weekend
Plan on seeing "Magic Mike" with a best guy friend (don't tell my mother this but he plans to take me to a real strip club but it'll be gay. Nonetheless win win!)
Umm last Saturday was my b-day
THANK YOU FOR ALL THE BIRTHDAY WISHES!!!!
& I got caked in the face by a frenemy nayyyyy
However! I got a piece of silver from the Atocha, a ship that was su
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hmm... I was away when you posted this so sorry for not being able to look into it 
I hope you do reach that dream! Just don't be quick, take your time and don't think from your perspective, ask someone else's too. Because when you are publishing, there is someone else who is reading it Take your time - send works to magazines but not those submitted on dA - or at least put them in storage when you do so
I hope you do reach that dream! Just don't be quick, take your time and don't think from your perspective, ask someone else's too. Because when you are publishing, there is someone else who is reading it Take your time - send works to magazines but not those submitted on dA - or at least put them in storage when you do so