I didn't write a dang thing in February. Not a dang thing.
I am completely OK with that. It's four weeks, they flew by, and I'd rather relish in the glorious life that is happening than be tied down with blog writing.
That being said, I am participating in the Slice of Life Stories thing on that one blog. Like the specifics? Basically, it's a challenge to write every day in March.
To be honest, I don't think I'll go too crazy in the participation. I probably won't link to them, or paste that sticker. I'm doing this more for myself. More to keep me writing, to keep me sane. To see if I still have any creativity left in this withered, school-ravaged shell.
I ask you this-- when will death come? When will I finally be gifted the blessed respite from mounds of homework, work work, busy work, filler work? When will I breath the sweet air of freedom? The answer my friends, is blowin' in the wind. I think it might be following the faint wisps of my future. Silly future, blowing around and gallivanting in such a manner. Who gave you permission to be so flighty?
I think this SoLS is off to an auspicious start, don't you? Well. I guess we'll see if I have anything worth writing about day after blessed day. Here's to a March full of me clogging up your Google Reader. Enjoy, my gentle souls.
Also, who doesn't love John Cusack? He's so delightful! Today's Slice of Life Advice (copyright pending): go watch Better Off Dead. Best chuckles this side of yesterday.