Futurama

okay. so i decided if i am going to be a published author one day i am gonna have to start writing and practicing. this blog used to be dedicated to traumatic moments and the tales and tragedies that went along with them, but that is now going to change. there was a huge overload of traumas that occurred towards the end of the school year which ultimately was just too much for my small mind to comprehend. my fingers and the keyboard could not keep up with the occurrences flowing out of my head, hence, there are no entries for like a fricken year. anyways, i guess i should tell you, who ever is reading this exactly why i am on a quest to becoming a published author.

"clears throat"

i colette, have no specific attachment to writing or any internal desire to write, type, or read. i do not enjoy books, english, or essays with any certain passion. i do however have a very keen tongue when it comes to telling stories out loud. i always seem to find myself day by day telling an old story, telling a new story, or creating a random story off the top of my head. i am not sure why this happens, who exactly ends up listening, or anything of the sort, but i still end up doing it anyways.

so the other day i was on a trip, and i came upon a very intriguing sight in which i stopped dead in my tracks. it was a psychic, a fortune teller, palm reading, tarot card, crystal ball kind of lady. now being myself of course i had to stop and take a look at what this lady was all about. so i did. i stepped into her office, or small mystical area if you prefer, filled with magical props and and aromas. obviously, i was under the spell of the psychic, because i then managed to pull a crisp ten dolla dolla bill out of my right pocket and hand it to her. how could i stop myself though, i mean after all she "knew i was coming." when i was ready i showed her my palms, and she glared deeply at them, or into them, whichever. immediately she began relying information to me about myself and my life. some things i knew and some i did not, but either way i believed it all, everything she had to say. the part about the seasons, a team, the next two years, the medical field, and of course, becoming a published author. i am destined to write books and poetry, and one day become published, and noted as an author. so basically i am pretty pumped about this, and now have motivation to write these wonderful posts.

i believe the psychic, and am great full i have been guided in the right direction the full fill my destiny. even if destiny cost me ten dollars.