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So. Today I went on a hike with my brother and parents to get to the coast, but we ended up going in a weird direction, and in the end, we never even got to the water. We just hiked through sand dunes for several hours miserably, and when we finally got to a cross roads, we decided to just go to the car and drive home. Because we were all insanely tired and sore. And even Sacca, our nearly always energetic dog, was tired. He kept trying to lie down. (He was really dehydrated, but never fear! We stopped at a Safeway and got more water, because we ran out. So, he's all good now.😄)
Gosh, I love summer vacation. But, even though I'm not very busy every day, I just keep neglecting to write! Stories, I mean. I'm (most definitely!) going to be a #1 New York Times Bestselling author someday, but I need to create some actually quality work that I can look back on when I'm a professional writer (among other things, because I know I won't only be a writer, because it doesn't pay well unless you're JK Rowling, and I actually want to (like, a lot) do several other jobs) and think that it's not actually that trashy when I read it.GAH what a mouthful. I'm trying to make this as pleasant as possible to read if anyone ever reads this, but I'm having problems.
Thing is, I'm having reader's block and writer's block. I have a hard time reading books consistently (I'm 13 books behind on my Goodreads challenge! What a shame on humankind! And also What a shame, what a shame, the poor groom's bride is a (view spoiler)!) and I have absolutely no story ideas. Whenever I try to start writing something, it sounds SO stiff and idiotic. Oh, the trials and trepidation of me! I'm such a poor, unfortunate soul. 😭
The other night, I had a dream that a serial killer came to my house to kill and (view spoiler) my family and my friends and myself. It was...to say the least...extremely terrifying. A lot of stuff happened. We killed him, but some how he ended up coming back, then I realized I could fly, which was pretty epic, and the whole horrifying business actually turned into something fun, but the first 2/3 of the dream I was terrified. Anyway. Pretty sure I had that dream because I started Nemesis by Brendan Reichs that night, a book about a girl who, on every even number birthday, is killed my someone and then somehow lives, and I also read a book about sexual assault called Asking For It, by an author whose name I forgot. (And I'm currently sitting down, so I don't want to stand up and go look at the book. Which is like 10 feet away. I'm lazy. Sorry.)
8:20 PM...
(I'm SO going to put the time on every time I post now. Well, not every time because that's a pain in the ass, but it makes this seem much more bloggy, which is just kind of fun, and it'll be interesting information if I ever look back at previous posts. Or if someone comes to this thread and sees my posts. Which I seriously doubt, because I haven't been 100% active for like a year and a half, so all my friends have forgotten about me. And I changed my username, profile pic, and profile description. So, I'm a whole new person. But yeah. PEACE)
I haven't eaten dinner yet. Not because I don't want to, but because I had to finish Geekerella, and it delayed my eating food time by like, 2 hours. Also, now I just don't want to stand up, because I'm...BLOGGING! Well, not really. I'm just talking to no one, as one does, on Goodreads, but in several minutes I'll be hungry enough to actually fix myself some tomato soup. Soon.
For some, unknown reason, I have A Whole New World from Aladdin stuck in my head, and the last time I watched Aladdin was like...over six years ago. The last time I heard that song was probably several months ago. So...perhaps...across the continent...(or not) my soul mate has A Whole New World stuck in their head...blah. If only. That would actually be really cool if that was true.
And if one fixed soul mate that you're bound to meet actually existed. I'm sure there are compatible people out in the world, but I don't believe that there is one person that I am DESTINED to be with for the rest of my life. I'm sure my actions will lead me to a person, but that person changes every time I take a different action.
Wow, how philosophical. How...woke.🤣 (God, that word makes me want to die.)
One of these days, on an introduce yourself thread, I'm going to say: What's up? I'm Jared, I'm 19, and I never (view spoiler) learned how to read.
In case you don't know:My name's not Jared.
I'm not 19.
And I obviously wouldn't be on this site if I didn't know how to read.
But it's like the most ironic thing ever. So. Anyway.
I was looking back on some of my posts on Goodreads (just random ones), and gee, I am not good at communication. Like, I sound kind of rude some times. So, if I sound rude, please do not take it as an offense. I'm just not the greatest at human communication!!! aaaaaagh
Ooh I just realized that views are shown on threads! 39 views. WELL I'LL BE DARNED. I'm a celebrity. Sure was not expecting that. okay I'll stop
I find it so inspirational that some people have journals with over 400 pages! it's like, woww. I'm sure I'll get there someday. Or not. Who knows.
I'VE BEEN SOOO INACTIVE! Gah!