why is it, that when I fell shitty, and it's my birthday, and I have nothing truly relevant to say, that I always feel like posting here?

Repetitive things that mean nothing and no one will ever read...

I somehow like the look of them so much.

Maybe things will change (and soon, I'd hope.)

so what if I never see him again?

is it so what if I never see him again,

or

so...what if I never see him again?


I think, right now, the second option. I can't retain my optimism if reality keeps slapping me in the face.

I'm writing a screenplay for ScriptFrenzy. It's interesting, doing a new format like this. And there has to be a limit to the length, too, since a movie can't go on forever...it's fun. And I'll see how it turns out.

I officially have the job at Bookstar, in fact working has almost become routine already. That's why I felt so odd and bored recently, with life in general. I want new people new places new things. Excitement and exploration.

I finished reading Rant, which was kinda good. I'm not sure I really like it. Or Palahniuk, all that much, for that matter...

Summer is so soon.