My journal entry at 6am today:
- had a vivid WWII dream, or maybe WWI; trying to remember costumes and location
- would like to write a book, don’t know why I haven’t started it
- should write outline this afternoon
- should think of a way to make more money this summer. Ice cream cart? Is that ridiculous?
- will miss her apartment
- needs to read more
- is worried about Pudge Rodriguez being a scaredy cat, needs more interaction with people
- needs to work on her etsy site
- needs to clean her apartment so PT’s mom doesn’t hate her
- needs to draw more
- needs to stop eating so much ice cream
- needs to figure out adware program
- needs to start up weight training again
- wants to call Rachel but her phone fell in the toilet and sucks
- loves Velma
- is excited about Memorial Daying in Michigan
- needs to stop spending so much time on facebook
- thinks her tomato plant might be ready for her Topsy Turvy
- needs water, but Velma is curled up on her lap
- wants to take some time off in August to live at home again, for at least a couple weeks, but would miss The Republican, who got her through last time
- gah
- wishes the sun would come out finally
One day I’m going to pick up a book and its all going to be written in text conversations and status updates and tweets, like how books were written in letters a couple hundred years ago. Actually I should do that! If Pride and Prejudice can get set to zombies then I can write a book in texts. Its kind of weird that hasn’t been done yet. Maybe it has and I was too busy reading Dickens to notice, which happens.
