true story

you guys.

i have officially begun my book.

i am writing a book!

i know it's not going to be anything too grand, or profound,

but i finally started it.

it's a compilation of memories & stories about a girl my age [surprise].

almost two months ago, i became compulsive about writing down my memories,

so i wouldn't lose them amidst my memories yet made.

that's when i bought this striped composition notebook,

in which i've written the first few pages of my book.

people keep telling me that i should write a book,

but i never thought i had it in me until that night at walmart.

i picked up an order of pictures, looked at them,

& thought, "screw it.  i'm just going to try it."

problem is, i got home & didn't know what to write about.

i usually post blogs about my feelings & music,

but who wants to read a book all about the not-so-complex feelings

of a 21 year old college girl & how her music choice helps her out?

no one, err at least, not i.

it wasn't until i read a sappy love chapter out of a book my friend is writing,

that i finally thought it would be ok to just try writing one

even if it has a lot to do with the cliche complexities of
a college girl balancing her life's schedule between finding love, family, school, & work.

so here i am;

3 pages in & feelin' good.

wish me luck!