Dreams

I've been thinking lately about what my life will be like. I have so many things I want to do in life, and I'm not sure I'll get to accomplish them all. Now I'm in the mode of wanting to write a novel. One of the options for a final in one of my classes is to start a novel, and it seems like the perfect opportunity.

I could write a semi-autobiographical book--those who know me (Suzanne and Robyn!) know I have plenty of real-life material. I have plenty of stupid and embarassing stories that I've shared with people, and so many people I admire (the above people, Renee, and Lore!) I want to do that, but part of me would love to write other kinds of books. This is an idea that may not materialize, but it sure beats doing homework. Is this just another excuse or dumb idea? I can see myself on the bestseller's list one day, with critics both revering and slamming my books. I would love to be a writer. I would even love to write thoughtful and great blogs like Lore and Renee...maybe some day.

Then I sat down last night and tried it. Oops. I'm going to take the easy road and blame it on the fact that it was 12:30 and I was way too tired to do anything good, but part of me is afraid it isn't. What if I can't accomplish that dream? This is such a depressing blog. I think I'm still really tired--I'm REALLY looking forward to that cheeseburger--definitely with a milkshake after. Anyway--

Ooh! Gotta go--"Full House" is on. I love that show! The ABC Family lineup in the afternoons is definitely must-see. (Guess I got over that depression pretty quick, huh?)