I'm not writing much tonight...only giving you a taste of the story that Peter Sourian wants me to write about Indiana...I dont have a title yet but here's the introduction:
I’ve always been a sucker as far back as I can remember. It’s kind of sad really, how my life repeats itself in this vicious cycle of up and downs. I am the human ocean you could say. My tides just go in and out, day after day, and everything happens on a time chart held by the coast guard, delicately lying out my chart with salty sweet fingers. So when something happens to be that’s extraordinary, when I meet someone that changes my entire framework and understanding about how I am going to live my life…the ocean changes and leaves a mark.
I’m growing a peninsula, as we know it. It’s jutting into my ocean space. It’s painful and I don’t like it that much. It’s ruining the ebb and flow of my life. This peninsula I have casually named “the military.”
The men in my life have all been strangely connected with the military. My first crush wanted to be in a fighter pilot. He is now in a state run mental hospital in Utah for a chemical imbalance. They say he snapped after my Halloween party. After October 31, 1997…I never saw him again. I blame myself for I heard from him my party was the last time he ever felt “bliss.”
My first boyfriend now attends the Naval Academy in Annapolis, MD. Though our relationship only lasted a few days, the impact was branded in my brain. I wrote my first novel about him, Irrational Hypothesis, a wailing angst story of love and the consequences of trying too hard for what you want in life. He’s convinced myself, as has most of his family that I was just a figment of his imagination…that I never existed in his pathetic and sheltered life.
And now this…this Middle Western escape, killing two birds with one stone and leaving shot in the heart by the M-16 of “justice.”
I mean, the peninsula gets bigger and bigger everyday and the pain is incredible.

So tonight was...awesome! All my friends and I gathered in the dormroom and took pictures...scary pictures, of us. If you go to my profile and go to my photo album, you can see them. They are nuts! There are a lot of me lookin' my hottest.
Today Peter Sourian told me that my play sucked and then he asked me the question, "Why are you obessed with the military?" And so i told him the story of Indiana and Alex. Peter Sourian thought the story i told of Alex was awesome and commanded me to write him the story of Indiana. I was like, "umm okay Sir."
I read Blake's blog today about prom. I feel bad...I'd go to prom with him if he wanted me to go with him! I love high school proms and such...with the big puff dress and all the primping and coolness...=)
All my friends are still here talking on the floor and it's almost 1 AM. It's nice and I'm a big fan of my friends. They are, crazy!
Well, tonight it will be a short journal entry...because tonight was draining. =)
Tonight my emotions are one of elation...that's a great word
"Hot Dog, we have a wiener!"
Goodnight psychos!