Is it bad that I absolutely love the Charlie's Angels movies? As in, I could watch them a million times and not get tired of them. Although, the endings do desire a little bit more originality. Other than that...gold. But I suppose I don't have the world's most discerning taste, I do like "Baby" and Linda Howard.
I've been writing again. I think it's easier when I'm living alone, in the zone, in this state of inertness. That'll end tomorrow, when one of the roommates returns, but I've got myself yet again the beginnings of another story. A story that I'll probably never finish.
Maybe I should just stick to short stories.
Other than that, I've just been reading, watching movies, and organizing our cabinets. I wish I had the supplies to cook or bake something intricate, but my funds are running low because no summer job. If I hadn't worked all last semester, I don't know where I'd be right now. And as much as I love my parents, I sometimes just wish I could be like all of these other college students who've been to other countries and done amazing things and actually have vacations. And of course, their parents pay and they get out of college debt free, with a clean state.
But, such is life. Other than the occasional bouts of crippling depression, it's hard to really complain, except to say that I haven't done anything particularly earth-shattering in my life. But, again, such is life.
It'll probably look up.
