the classy require alone time.

So I'm back. I would like to apologize for being gone for so long, and assure everyone that yes, I am indeed alive. My week has been eventful. I feel like that picture was taken a million years ago and two days ago both at once- a lot has changed since then.
I did not get the internship. I freaked out the night I found out, but I think I'm okay now. I know it happened for a reason, and I have a feeling I know what the reason is. If things are going to turn out the way I think they are now, I'm perfectly okay with it. Sometimes I guess the plot of my life, like I do when I watch Law & Order, and right now I hope I'm right as often as I am with the show.
Everything clicked a few nights ago, and I think I know what's going on now. With writing, I mean. It, whatever it is, is going to be based on my perpetually trippy dreams, a few in particular, and I'm taking inspiration from Lewis Carroll and Alice in Wonderland, along with John Steinbeck and Ray Bradbury, as always. I already know the ending, too, which is good, because usually my problem is that I get really good plot ideas but don't know how to end them. I have a pretty good idea of how this is going to roll, so keep your fingers crossed.
I just want to say that the world is full of whiny bitches, and I am sick and tired of unpleasant people. I have no desire to spend my time with people who are rude/aggressive/depressing, and I'm not going to. Done and done. Buck up or shove out.
I hope everyone's weekend is really good. I'll write again soon. I'm pretty sure I said that last entry, but this time I mean it. Mostly because I'm so excited about whatever it is that's taking up gig space on my flash drive in the form of word documents.
Love,
Loch.