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UGH, more school books. I hate being broke.

So. I'm still on the search for my blogging voice. I really don't know what it's going to sound like or if it's fully develooped already and I haven't recognized it or if it'll morph and change over time or what. It's rather annoying that I have to wait to find it. But at least I have a good venue for it in the new Blogger interface.

So...K and I had a pretty good time yesterday. Very happy for her that she's finally found somebody; I hope it works out. She's a lot happier recently, haha. Been wondering when my turn's gonna come. Still don't know or even really believe it will. I've gotta stop focusing on the romance and find something useful to do with my time while I still have it. Eventually...perhaps...

Oh yeah, I made a crucial mistake of sorts the other day. So, you know how D's been asking me to read his stuff. I always say, "uh huh, yeah, I'd love to..." but then I never get around to reading it when he sends it out. I'm a prude, apparently; poor guy's trying to get my advice and/or approval and I keep stone-walling him. Not trying to, just wrapped up in everything else.

So his mom and K were talking about his story the other day, and I overheard them. I was actually offended at first because I thought that D hadn't sent this particular story to me, and they were completely geeking out about like it was the best thing since chocolate. I was like, "So he's always saying he trusts me and wants to hear my opinion on his fiction...and he hasn't sent it me?!"

Which is quite absurd all-round because when he does send me stuff, I ignore it forever. Who's the hypocrite?

But, there I was, getting miffed. Turns out it was in my inbox the whole time, from when he originally sent it. To ME. A MONTH AGO.

*pause*

I'm a bad writing friend.

Making it a point to read through the first portion over the weekend. Then maybe I'll actually be worthy of him bestowing his greatness upon my reading night. :)