bess

This is my first entry. Neat! I used to keep a diary in junior high, but it usually just had dumb stuff in it, like what boy I thought was cute and stuff. It was mostly this boy named Matt, who looked like Jon Bon Jovi (I thought so at the time), only he had shorter hair and glasses. I wanted him desparately in his cute little black suit type thing he always wore, but I think he thought I was a nerd. I guess he was right.

I sent some stories off yesterday to be rejected. Wish me luck! I'm going to need it. These stories are like my deformed, lisping little children that I just sent off into the world in their galoshes and raincoats. Not that I haven't sent stories off before, but everytime is like the first time. *sigh*

The ghost in my house is moving around. My roommate says her name is Mrs. Edna Harris and she walks around at night and shuts the fans off. My roommate also says things like, "Booyah!" and "There's a lobster in the duct work," so I don't know if I believe him.

Ok, well...I guess that's it for now. I've got to get ready for work soon.

Love,
Rain