Last journal entry was stupid. Needed another one.

For the past two months I've been moping around and listening to folkish, lo-fi indie music and feeling like the world is dragging its heels. And I suppose it has. Life is the slow trickle of molasses and I am fine with that.

I have just been informed that I missed the premiere of season four of the Venture Bros. Sad.

College is going well. Community college is easy, commuting an hour every morning is annoying. Transferring to some other place soon, either at the end of the semester or the end of the year. Yes, I still want to be a scientist or something nutty like that. No, I'm not going to be a little bitch about photography like I was in the last journal. Obviously still going to have fun with it. Been doing a few photoshoots lately. If you know anyone who'd like to model or if you'd like to model yourself, drop me a line.

Going to start writing soon. There's a chance I'll be doing National Novel Writing Month (NaNoWriMo). Unfortunately, I have yet to come up with a plot. Can't start if I don't have a plot, and I'll be at a severe disadvantage if I don't start on November 1st. Regardless of my possible involvement with the ludicrous typist suicide marathon, I still plan on writing. Composition is the only class I enjoy at the moment, and the professor thinks I'm brilliant and gives me extra credit on assignments with no extra credit. I have a story about a paranoid radio operator that I'll be entering into a contest. Wish me luck.

Now I'll upload a few deviations and sleep.