My Angsty, Self-Discovery Blog

Yes. Consider my blog REVAMPED!
It's probably about time. My oh so glamorous readers have probably become bored with me so why not zazzle their eyes with some sufficiently sweet eye candy.
I am returned from the ever so swingishly fancy Harlem Nights. I swung the night away (or so it might seem to the outward eye) but in reality I was quite nervous (I know, how could it be possible?).
We danced at many a place but I must say that my favorite was an awesome little hot spot called Club New York. (Yes I do know the black guy. He hung out on the side lines and gave me de eye and I thought I would get shot) It had LEVELS and NEON LIGHTS. And was pretty much all together awesome.
Also I discovered that I am in Love with Orson Scott Card's new book Ender in Exile, as I am sure that all of you are.
In other news, I am working on my second draft of the second chapter of my second novel, which I must say is coming out quite nicely.
It always strikes me as a funny thing when money comes my way. I am quite a selfish person. (This is the part where you comment and say that I am not) and as such I spend most of my time doing fun stuff in stead of pulling in a great sum of money. So when I do I have a troublesome time spending it on the right thing. After to long in the state of wealth my mind begins to wander on thoughts of purchasing expensive chocolates, expensive hair gels, and expensive space pens. Of coarse I always stay my hand at these troublesome thoughts. Some day Mrs. Perfect Gift will come along and by then I'll have a whole heap'a money to spend on her.
Another troublesome thing in my life. Every re fried time I go out of town, I miss my writer's group's meeting! It is really starting to tick my clock off. But alas I have sent in a petition to the esteemed members and we might start meeting twice a month.
Also I have decided to learn sign language and already know approximately six signs, OH YEAH!
Until again, good night sweet princess, may Hayley William's voice sing thee to thy rest.
The end.
P.S.
This is the first time I've done a P.S. It's quite exciting.
P.P.S.
I wrote this whole post with a guitar in my lap. SWUISAM!