it’s just words on paper

last night i’m talking to my friend charles on the phone and we (not so much we, as much as he) decided i should right a book. so write a book i will do. i’m hoping i’ll have enough content to fill enough pages to constitute a book. i’ve got some good stories down already, i just have to work with them a bit. i hear you say “but ryan, who the hell will buy your book.” and to that i say “you will. and if you don’t buy it in the bookstore then i will photocopy it and coil it and charge you $20 for it.” yeah, i’m that good of a friend.

i feel a need to be creative. i need a way to exert creative energies. i’m bored now that i’m done with school and i have 15 hours of my day free to spend as i choose. that’s 13 hours more than i’m used to. i need a second job. but not something horrible like working at mcdonalds. i need something fun like writing on my own Web site (and getting paid for it) or a job where i’d get paid to criticize/review people and/or things. i’m going crazy here. something’s missing. i just need something else.

something came over me today and i decided my room needed to be cleaned. apparently it’s a two day process. i made a decent amount of progress today but i still have some tidying up to do and a lot of laundry.

i was starving earlier but it was already 10:30 in the evening and i didn’t want to eat something heavy, since they say it’s so bad for you, so instead i just ate a handful cookies. look, in my mind it makes perfect sense.

you’re boring me. off to do some reading and/or writing.