These pants that I have, all of them. They don't fit anymore. Nothing I own fits me.
Writing things is hard. I used to write somewhere around 1700 words a day when I'd work on scripts. Now I can only hit around 800. I'm too used to documentaries. I've been working almost non-stop on one about Janice Kapp Perry. I now know more about her life than I do my own. I keep substituting her memories for mine. Like the time Doug and I lived in California for 15 months and we'd go to 50 cent movies on the boardwalk two blocks away. Then I got pregnant. Wait...
But I'm glad I have the faith, and I'm glad I'm going to school. I'm glad I'm not a bum. That was my main goal a few weeks ago. I never told anyone. Now that I'm over that stage, I'm telling you. I wanted to be a bum. But I think I'm over that. It's cold now.
Do I have any insights? No. I don't think I do. I signed up for my classes. I'm taking 17 hours.
Here's my schedule:
monday: on campus from 8-3
tuesday: on campus from 8-9. Work until 5
wednesday: on campus from 8-3
thursday: on campus from 8-9. Work until 5
friday: on campus from 9-1. work until 5.
8-5's everyday. It's like a real job. I can't wait until summer when I can work 80 hours every two weeks. It's like this most delicious dream. Because it means lots of money. Then I can take most of the summer off and pay off my car insurance and everybody is happy.
That's too far in the future. time to write some more. stay in the present.
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janice kapp perry. i love that you are her now. i've always dreamed of having janice kapp as my roommate. yessss.
sing me songs from your missionary album every night.
haha. You are janice kapp perry. I'm amelia airheart. You know, the man who threw gum down on world war 2? that was me. Amelia.
whoaa 1700 a day...you're like the buddy rich of writing
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