So I have had about forty-three things run through my head as topics for today’s blog but I am not able to focus well enough to concentrate well enough on one thing. I have decided to say some stuff about some things and let you guys sort it out however you see fit.
I am home now. My dog was so happy that she didn’t let me out of her sight for more than three minutes. Apparently, while I was gone she would scratch at my door every night and go look at my mom like “why the hell won’t you make her come out of there and pet me.” Happiness is a weinie dog.
I went to a beauty supply store with my mom before I came home. At the store, I looked into a mirror and found three grey hairs. I swore profusely about them and whined that I had just turned 30. My mom laughed at me… a lot.
I came home and found an amazing card Kathleen sent me. It reminded me that I am awesome, even with my grey hairs. It made me feel better and I cried. I have it propped up on my CPU right beside a random orange desk lamp that showed up in my room. It makes me happy. (The card, not the lamp. Well, the lamp makes me a bit happy.)
I am on the third book in the Twilight series. I am going to go to the library tomorrow and try to get the fourth. After I read the fourth, I plan on writing a guide to reading the series. It will be informative.
I have a beta invite for Star Wars this weekend. I am stoked.
Tina and I finished The Colony. We continued our conversation about what our role in the post apocalyptic world. Tina finally looked at me and said, “Selina, lets be real here, you don’t need to worry about this. You would be dead. I can’t see any scenario otherwise, especially if it were a biologic outbreak with your kitten like immune system. Even if you did manage to live, you would die quickly after from some bacteria or strange skin allergy.” Two things: 1) she is absolutely correct I am not meant for the post apocalyptic world and 2) I think she is secretly planning to take over the world after while it is weak and her enemies are few.
I realized why writers are all crazy as hell…. If we weren’t we would be good at other jobs.
Not going to lie here. I have completely lost focus. I looked at my facebook and posted something about jiggly man bits and that memory wiped everything.