Doo-doo, dee doo... (original) (raw)

Should I post something extraordinarily deep and meaningful? Naw. Let's stick with the usual.

State Academic Decathlon powers up, being a senior in high school powers down (they have nothing left to give me, frankly), Grad Nite better be shizzin', and I got a badass scholarship. Yesss.

That made me sound like Napoleon Dynamite.

I have an overpowering urge to write an epic book, either crappily and calling it the new Twilight/Potter revolution, or with excellence and never be sure how good it really is. My "best work" according to my writing teacher was stuff I wrote at midnight in five minutes. About nothing; and everybody finds these 'elements' in it. Not sure how to feel about it. Pride? Confusion? Shame? Toasty?

I'm not even sure if I want to write fiction.