Drivel: Second Edition

Writing in here is feeling a little unnecessary right now since I’m basically spending all day writing already due to my oft mentioned Creative Writing class, but I’m going to anyway. Because I’m that dedicated to you all.

I think I’m actually spending a little more time than I need to on the class (which is rather the opposite of how I usually treat my classes), but it’s sorta fun, and living alone doesn’t leave me with much else to do. I still don’t know about posting anything here; I haven’t really nailed the concept of writing more than a few paragraphs yet. I think it’s because the only place I’ve ever written anything that could possible be mistaken for “creative” is on this site, which, as you faithful readers well know, isn’t usually anything that’s particularly long or substantive. So, yeah.

Anyway, the downside to living alone for now is that I haven’t really been eating, though it’s rather my own fault, as all I have to do is warm up parental leftovers in the microwave. I just have an odd tendency to forget when I don’t have parents or roommates telling me to eat at arranged times.

And, yeah, I know I’m 21. Shut up.

Um. I don’t believe I have anything else to say. My apologies.