My Attempt At Being A Writer

I don’t know why but I’ve been reading all these paranormal love stories, no not the raunchy stuff but the PG-13 stuff they make for teenagers. Anyways all of the sudden I got hit with an inspiration for a story, a housekeeper and a vampire. It’ll probably never get published because I don’t think I’m that serious about it but I think I’m going to try and just post it up on the internet. I’m such a loser I’ve already written an outline of half the book and I bought post-its so I could make myself a story web on the blank wall above my computer. Finals are coming up soon so I don’t plan on starting it yet but it just won’t pop out of my head. Hopefully, I can actually finish this.

PS. There’s this group of people sitting at my table and I think they’re just to nice to ask me to leave since with every passing hour their group keeps getting bigger. I still have twenty minutes before my next class starts so I don’t want to look dumb and move my stuff for only 20 minutes. I’m not really sitting at the table. All my junk is there though. I guess the polite thing to do is to just move it.

Inspiration and Desperation

I was inspired by the blog turned book, “Baghdad Burning,” in which Riverbend blogs her life experience in Baghdad for the whole world to see.  Although my life is no where as interesting, I have no clue about politics and have never had the threat of constant raids and gunfire right in front of me, I can only hope my blog is just not boring.  As a single,  Hmong female in college, I have a few things of my own to say.  I’m by no means a feminist either.  I think I’m just that average girl that will never really get noticed.  My thoughts will probably never get turned into a book, which would be dream of mine, but I guess I’ll just keep writing anyways.

I had dinner with my cousin last night.  She’s diagnosed with kidney failure plus many other things that I don’t even remember.  She’s even openly admitted that she might only have 10 years to live.  When I look at her life, she’s accomplished quite a bit.  She’s been in love, owned a dog, graduated from school, lived away from home.  When I look at my life at the ripe young age of 20, I haven’t done anything.  I’m barely average in college, I’ve lived with my parents my entire life, I killed the only pet I ever owned, I’ve never even had my first kiss or a significant relationship with a guy yet.  I don’t know if it’s her disease that makes her more proactive in life but I’m starting to feel “old.”  There’s sixteen year olds that have more experience with the opposite sex than I do.  Everyone says it’s not right to find a guy just for the sake of having a guy but I don’t even want a relationship.  I just want someone who makes me feel desirable.  I just want to move out of the house.  Geez, I need to get a life.