Know how I'm always having huge and crazy ideas that I sometimes/never/always try to complete? (It makes me feel like Margo Roth Spiegelman or Alaska (John Green baby!) or Marcus (Doctrow, just as cool.) I found people to help me make a huge ninja book website. (invictusverbum.com Go there, sign up, please. PLEASE.) I convinced three hundred people I was kicked out of the magic kingdom in Orlando, Florida, and actually won Nano!
I somehow got into my school and haven't failed out or anything as well. (I'm proud of this.)
But why is it that my adventures (being chased by deer? trespassing on my old school's property? NOODLES.) don't seem so exciting? They're all true. They're all pretty freaking awesome. I want more than that though. I want bigger adventures, more daring-ness. My adventures aren't good enough. I want to *be* an adventure in myself.
That's really really hard.
This was written quickly and will go well with the next one, so whatevs, homeskillet.
Peace out cub scout!
Ree
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