bobkitty1123

It seems like just last week I was a freshman in college, but now I'm an 19 year old, almost-sophomore. Despite massive amounts of stress, and the slight chance I might fail my accounting class, I have been doing pretty well. I've been elected as president of the school's GSA, might be getting a job, and have great living conditions for next year. Plus, classes are almost over too. I'm looking forward to a summer of working, relaxing, and reading. Anyway, not much else to say except that I'm still kicking.

I just noticed that my last journal was in July, so I decided to give everyone (who doesn't actually care) an update. I'm going to college now. I've been writing more too. Maybe I'll post some stories here since I've practically disappeared off the site. I've just been busy and haven't been doing photography or photomanipulation. That's all I really have to say.

So I've realized that I hate writing. I've been writing for my entire life and it's been a dream of mine to publish a book. Yet, while I enjoy the creation of the world, the characters and the plot, I hate the actual physical writing. I spend hours sitting and staring at my computer screen, grinding out sentence after sentence of utter nonsense, trying to place the words down on paper, wondering if I should invest in a typewriter so I can stop procastionating by going on Deviantart and playing Time Management games. I'm always told about those shitty first drafts, but what if you can't even get that first draft finished? Each year I have wha