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FINALLY have a leash, FINALLY get to take my puppy for a walk! :)(this was, after all, half the reason I got her. I was always jealous of all the people I'd pass out walking their dogs!) My brother said his dog stops to examine every single discarded wrapper, cigarette butt, leaf, stone, blade of grass...just about anything. We'll see how Izzie does...

random happenings...

i have nothing really to write about, just felt like writing.
so i tried writing on my newest novel idea. uh....so far i have one sentence (go me)
the diet coke cans are piling up on my desk....(ok, not really cans, plastic bottles) i look to the right hoping for inspiration (suuuuure) and at least 70 cents or so is all that stares back at me.
need to go to the bank, pretend like i have money for a day or so, won't that be fun?
AHHH!!!! why can't i write anymore? like really writing (fiction writing or fun stuff like that) not this play by play of my life type writing. so i had a professor that told our class "if you have 'writer's block', then, um, you're not really a writer." i think he meant that in an extended way, not like "i think i had writer's block for the past 2 hours!" or something. and that i can see, i mean if you say you have writer's block and can't produce any writing AT ALL because of that for like months, even years at a time. well...yeah, i would say that makes you not a writer anymore. at least not by my definition. writer's write. (even if it's only one frickin' sentence a day)
ok, NOW i have truly rambled on enough, jumped on and off my soapbox, maybe even jumped on a couple other people's soapboxes, and that's a lot of soap. i wasn't really sure where i was going with anything i was saying, just hope it was going somewhere.
and i can't get this song out of my head so i'm going to listen to it "on the computer i got a letter, jacob says he wants to know me better...jacob thinks i'm gay..."
time to go to the bank now...