Meg Dowell Writes

The chariot’s comin’!

No, actually, I don’t really have news as exciting as a golden chariot from Heaven (unfortunately), but I am planning on writing today. Like, real, actual writing. In a word document. With my fingers, and half of my brain. And it’s going to be awesome, beijing (amazing), and fun fun fun fun fun!

Well, really only fun for me, since you don’t get to read it. But that’s okay. I mean, I’m sure you’re not too heartbroken. You have better things to do than read exerpts from an unrecagnized, unpublished, seventeen-year-old aspiring author. You have lives, I’m sure. Unless I am your life, which would be a little bit creepy, considering the fact that I actually only know about one or two of you. But anyway.

I have to go to biology now. MITOSIS! It’s going to be a really interesting lecture. I’m not sure what we’re going to be doing in lab, since we didn’t even have lab last week (I love my professor!), but I’m sure, whatever it is, I won’t die. Unless we watch another movie that is literally a slideshow of pictures with a guy talking in monotone the whole. Freaking. Time. Then I might explode with boredom. I mean, don’t get me wrong—I actually really like biology. But not when you’re speaking to me in monotone and showing me pictures of plants.

I’m writing in Journal #15 now. It has a bunch of hearts on the cover; I thought that would be appropriate for February, even though I’m against celebrating Singles Awareness Day and refuse to talk about how much I hate it. Because, trust me: if you let me go on a rant about how much I hate it, this post will never end. It will go on and on and on, endlessly, forever.

I wonder if there’s a character limit. Hm…

Sorry this post is so wimpy and short (I know that’s rare). I don’t want to be late for class! I mean, I get there early every week, but it’s kind of nice. I like having a little me time at my desk before everyone else shoes up. But I promise you, if my prof wears white tennis shoes again with his matching lab coat and another pair of black pants, I might just get up and leave. Seriously.

Off to Mitosis!

Love&hugs, Meg♥