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this is a book filled with the random thoughts of a 25 year old surviving in what i call ''jack-ghan-i-stan''. from jackson , ms a real out of the ordinary , off the wall different kind of story.
A small little lie, and her relationship is over. One small rumor? Her life is over. An average teenage girl, living her life in this high school called Colton High. Yet by moving to this school, her entire life changes.
This is a book of me talking about subjects where people often miss the most important point in the midst of everything else that is being talked about and then pointing things back towards that issue. Basically, it's as the title says, and adventure through issues of people missing the point.
just a vent to let myself down, I recommend not to actually read this since it's personal but some of this are mostly personal... this is only to vent so I can feel relived or so. thanks..
Just some bits about my life in surburbia. (The life of a high schooler/college class taker/leadership gal). I also am basically a professional procrastinator. This is more like just random information about topics in my life rather than a cohesive story.
Ever felt like you're the only one facing the hardships of your craft? I certainly have. Consider this text a bible of all the things you can royally screw up whilst following any creative endeavour. I speak from real experiences i've faced whilst writing my own stories, and I finally feel like it's time to grace the world with this... Encyclopedia Scumbagia!
A completely subjective, woefully inadequate and most likely completely inaccurate view on the mindset of any individual trying to create an original works of any kind. Or something along those lines.
Banette, Eevee, rattata, kadabra, glaceon, typhloshion, scolipede, and noivern join together to answer truth or dares from me or you!
Do not own cover art. 0*0