I’m ready to start writing again. I haven’t done much more than journal lately, and I think now that I’m going to have at least some free time before school starts a week from today, I really want to get into it. Articles (for multiple publications), maybe a little memoir too. Yeah. I just verbed that.
I’ve been watching “Full House” for pretty much the past three hours, just because it’s on and there’s no one else here and I can quote every single episode almost by heart (don’t judge me!). Aw, it’s the episode where Michelle tries to get a new mommy! I might cry. For real.
Hey, they’re skipping episodes. That’s not cool.
I really need my roommates to get here soon. I’m losing my mind. Which is probably why I’m not getting much writing done. Seriously, I need a life. I have one. But clearly I need more friends.
Characters are not friends. They are voices in my head that control what I type on a blank page. Are you worried about me yet? Don’t be. It’s the coffee that’s doing this to me. What more did you expect?
I’m really excited to start writing news and campus life articles again. I feel like I haven’t really tried one since I started experimenting with styles during my internship the past two semesters. I always wondered whether or not adding color was okay in a news story. It is, if you do it right. I’m ready to practice!
I’m ready to conquer the world!
I need to stop drinking coffee. Unless I buy this.
Yeah. I think I’ll do that instead.