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.
I met up with a friend for lunch today. We haven’t seen each other since before school ended back in April. It was really good to catch up, and it only took a minute for us to fall back into our old conversation habits. It was like we had last seen each other only last week or something.
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!”
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.