Bound to be that way

I really figured I would enjoy my days off during Spring break. I’m not saying it’s not nice to have spare time and whatnot, but it seems I’m so used to being busy all the time that I don’t know what to do with myself when I’m not working. I tend to write more efficiently when I don’t have spare time, but my overall works are probably better now than they ever were. I think I’ve grown a lot poetically over the past few months, and I hope I continue to do so. I’ve submitted a couple of poems to different places. Anything for you was published in Word Catalyst,  here. Hopefully, I get accepted at other places too.

The next place I plan on submitting is for Autumn Sky Poetry.

Ooh.

I love it when people egg my car.

Somehow, they did it last week and I didn’t have time to take it off. I’d rather do it in the light, and I haven’t been able to until now. My paint job is probably ruined.

Herstory of Glory

I still owe $550 on my car. I’ve paid off $1250 so far, so I suppose that’s good. I’ve been working a lot, like always. I’ve also been writing a lot, but that doesn’t really change. I forgot to take the days off of work, so I don’t get to go on vacation with my parents. It sucks, but at least I’ll get to make some more money to pay off my car.

My last day off of school and work, a full day off of doing anything at all, was Christmas. Of course, I only work about 30 hours a week and go to school, so I still have plenty spare time to get stuff done. School is over in 3 months– June 18th. I really hate school, so I can’t wait for it to be over.

My sister joined the army. She left today for boot camp. I think I’m the only one in my family who rejected the idea. Everyone else seemed to think it was the best thing she ever did or something. Sometimes I think I was born in the wrong family and the wrong time.

I can’t stop writing pantoums. I heard I’m alright at them, so I’d totally rather write something that’s alright instead of something that’s horrible or horrendous.

I don’t know what I’m going to do in life. I want to write, but I’m just going to be a poor poet or something. I don’t really play video games anymore.

My parents want me to have a graduation party. They got mad, because I said I didn’t have any friends and that it was “because I choose to not have friends.” Parties are lame. People are lame.

My birthday is coming up soon. I’m sort of indifferent about it. I can’t believe that I’m only going to be eighteen. I think I was born in the wrong time.

I’m glad I’m off tomorrow. Ian said he wants to do something.

It’s crazy, sometimes he acts like he cares about me.