My cacti sprouted yesterday, I planted them on Earth day. I'll admit to you I'm a fan of cacti, and even more so my ideal field of work would be found in the desert. Not a sandy desert like the Sahara of Northern Africa more like the Painted Desert that can be found here in the U.S. It's just something I take interest in.
Or a tundra, tundra would be nice. Working with permafrost and who else knows what.
Either way, I've been wanting to write in this for awhile. Ever since I finished the spring semester to be exact. Unfortunately, I haven't had much to write about or much to think about. I just tried to enjoy my time off as best as I could. I actually approached someone last night and asked her what I should write about. She gave me an array of ideas. Ideas that would have eventually led me to write a story about a girl in cahoots with her life and her friends. Who knows what kind of epic tale would have evolved from that.
Despite that idea not coming to life, I'll probably take another shot at it some other day. That reminds me of my younger days. I used to write short stories when I was younger. Small little adventure stories, the only one I can actually recall is one about a trip to the bottom of the ocean in a small submarine. Then as I got older, I used to write corny poems. They all rhymed and had a romantic touch to them, it was such trash. I was one of those hopeless romantics and no one fell in love with my "way with words". No artistic value whatsoever. USELESS!
But you learn from your mistakes, and eventually romance ceases to exist at some point. Not for me apparently. I secretly still have my little romantic ideas and what not. Thats just going to be a secret between you and I, Mr./Mrs./Miss devoted reader. If anyone reads this at all.
"But, Marvin you told me that you were anti-romantic."
Yeah about that, so I lied. I guess I was just trying to forget all the pain it's caused.
I'm okay now though, I swear!
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