This Shouldn't Have A Title Because There Isn't Much Going On (You Have Been Warned)

Decisions are hard to make. Which is why I'm happy this particular decision comes pre-made for me, based on monetary issues. Heh heh heh.

So I almost said turtles instead of decision. 'Which is why I'm happy this particular turtle... Wait, whaaaaaaaaaat?'

I just heard my roommate say, "The prodigal son stomps out of the room..." She's a girl. But she is most peculiar and I love her to death. I think that's a good line for a story, where there's a wussy prodigal son. That idea amuses me greatly.

Holy crap, I have to wake up at 6:30 tomorrow. And my colon button is not working too well -- that almost read 630. Which is not a number that describes a period in time. Or at least any period in time that I recognize.

But with everything that I get done tomorrow, it should be a good day. Key word here being 'should'. I have my first meeting of English Club tomorrow -- and I am
 EXCITED OUT OF MY BRAIN. It is going to be super fun, from what I can tell. AND I ENJOY SUPER FUN THINGS.

Sorry about this post, by the way -- I just needed to empty my brain into something, and that something happened to be a blog post. C'est la vie, I suppose.

So I should probably make reading this post worth your while (if you're still reading at all)..

I was going to add a funny picture, but my blog isn't interested in letting me do that right now. Sorry :(

So I'll add a story starter instead!! This is apparently based off of a dream I had, except I only remember vague unimportant details -- except for this bit that I scribbled down after waking.

Her name was Grace. That was all I could remember about her. I know she was important somehow, because her name was echoing through my head. That sounds kind of weird, for a girl to be obsessed with another girl. But it’s not a romantic or sexual obsession – but a dangerous, mind-blowing obsession, because I know there’s something wrong. Something that I need to fix but can’t because all I have is the name Grace, tolling through my skull like a church bell.

The persona here is a girl, by the way, because I was the one having the dream. Not sure yet whether that makes it weird or not -- it probably does. Oh well. Already knew I was weird.

Okay, now that I'm picking up on my roommates' British accents, I should probably quit for the day.

FARE THEE WELL!

I FINALLY ADDED A PICTURE FOR YOUUUUUUU