My Life As A Story

Staples and Computers

(IMMA USE NO CAPS LIKE DAVID LEVITHAN)

i woke up and thought, this is gonna be a boring day.

you're welcome, readers, because it was a boring day. I had a computer moved into my room, which was nice, because i decided i would write more, even though half of it is crap.

enh.

i kinda just sat around and played mindless games on it, because that's something that i specialize in. i listened to welcome to night vale. what an interesting day, ilana. well lots of days are interesting, so i was okay.

i looked at my assignments for my school's cabaret and i had three lines. whoopee. i told the director that i could be the "extra" in another scene. or did i... i'll check my sent messages. i'll be back momentarily. 

yup. i did, and i'm back. i understand that this is boring, but give it a shot.

i saw a cute picture of sebastian miranda.

this is not at all what my life is like, but the interesting moments are so hard to describe. maybe there will be some dumber moments that are exciting. 

im aiming for 250 words in a chapter. this is introductory so it's, like, weird. with inserts from the person who is not ilana.

but i'm back with visions of sebastian miranda. he's such a little cinnamon roll. i love babies and toddlers and children. except the sour ones. whatever. i'm so random.

how is it that i love grammar but here i'm like eeeeeeeennnnh.

well, we're pretty much done here.

go out there and be interesting. if you made it this far, i applaud you.

ALSO HELP ME MAKE FRIENDS PLZ