Sunday, or how I missed my one oppurtunity to talk to a french guy because I didn't want to look like a moron.

Marie got me this book called "The Writer's Block". I think I said that before.
So I finally summoned the guts to try it out, and opened to a page that said, "Write about the first time you defied your parents."
o.O
How am I supposed to remember? And it was embarassing even writing about it, because of course my family's "Christian", so I'm a "good kid" and the worst thing I've ever done is steal my friend's candy.
Not like I'm going to go smoke pot just to spice up my life a little bit, but I hate it when I'm sitting around with friends and they decide to randomly ask, "What's the worst thing you've ever done?"
....
Um...get born?
But that whole tiny paragraph transformed into a huge rant about how mad I am at some people. Now that I've got THAT out of my system, there is less of a chance that the next time I see this person they will become a bloody mass on the ground.
Only I don't actually want them dead. I don't know....
So Marie, if I kill somebody, this is totally your fault.
But I still don't have any idea of how to edit my stupid writing project because there's three major parts that really SUCK right now and I don't actually want to WRITE. I like this idea and if I leave it alone too long it will fizzle and I'll be dead and sobbing over lost characters, but really? I'd rather write a shallow fanfic about dead Fred. Heh. That rhymed.
And I freaking hate it when I see old teachers that are all, "Oh, are you still writing? You were such a good writer!" Um, no. "Why not?" Because I take myself way too seriously.
Aaaaaargh.
And I have nothing to WRITE ABOUT.
I like the self-deprecating sentence I wrote in the rant, tho. But I probably shouldn't put it here in case it tarnishes all of y'alls perception of me as "the good kid".
Btw, Barnes and Nobles sucks.
And my mom blew me off and used "introvert" as an insult.
And they wonder why I have no self-esteem....