Making Conversation

It’s raining, it’s pouring, the day was far from boring.

I had no class today. We were supposed to use the time to write our essays, due next week. Instead, I slept in, posted the Supergirl blog post, took a shower, had lunch, worked on developing a character for a little while (more on that later) and then realized I was running late for a job interview.

Oh yeah, I got a job offer today.

Friends and Family

I'm just going to litter this post with pictures of my brother and me.
I’m just going to litter this post with pictures of my little brother and me.

I was trying so hard to get used to the idea of my little brother getting older. For the past three months I was going around in a stupor, repeating to myself “Bub’s going to be twelve soon. Bub’s going to be twelve soon.” I convinced myself of it. Then I got home and discovered he was only going to be eleven and I picked him up in a huge hug and yelled “Thank god! You’re too little to be big!”

Censorship

I have an issue to talk about today: Censorship. Not like the North Korea kind. My kind. How much should I censor myself?

Occasionally, there is swearing on this blog. Nothing crazy, but it happens. I don’t add stars to it either. There’s no such thing as f*ck. Vowels are important and shouldn’t be left out. If anyone has a problem with my swearing on this blog, I don’t care. It’s my blog. That’s the beauty of having my own blog; I can say whatever I want on here.

Can’t I?