I’m happy. I feel good. I feel accomplished. I decided that life is awesome. I love deciding to enjoy life. It’s like a big ‘fuck you’ to whatever unfortunate circumstances the world throws at me.
I’ll tell you what. I have butterflies in my belly. I have a 4.0 which I am all about. I just decided that I’m gonna start my damn book no matter what. I keep getting hung up on the pressure for it to be like… a masterpiece. HA. Its my first book. Chill the hell out Mike. So I’m stoked. I was caught up in the different plots behind it, the intent, the audience, etc., I’m looking to transfer to UPENN and my father is really encouraging me to write a book about my life and some experiences I’ve had. This naturally stressed me out. I want a good book. but mike… shutup. Most authors don’t even finish their first books. Most authors write a lot of books before they even get one that strikes a chord with publishers and the public. So I decided: I’m gonna write. and write. and write. Like i usually do. A stream of consciousness replaying life, understandings, events, experiences, etc., as they come along. I have idea’s down. I started it. Its outlined. Its all there… it just needs content. From me. I have like seven years of journals that i was contemplating transferring over to digital text so i could use them in the book, but screw it. For my first edition I’ll write and write and rewrite until i get a damn perfect representation of my interpretation.
Man I saw this girl today… she was cute…really cute… and she was walking by herself… she usually walks by herself- looking deep in thought… and i just wanted go up to her and say “You are beautiful. Can I give you a hug?” Ha. I didn’t. cause that’s a little bizarre. but i wanted to let her know she was beautiful. she deserves to feel beautiful. everyone deserves to feel beautiful.
William Dare 