Feeling pretty tired at the moment, but a bit creative too. Feel like writing, so why not.

Not a ton to go in to. I have about 25 hours of work over the next 4 days, and that's not terrible. Not really loving the job anymore, but there isn't going to be much left to it. I've found myself really daydreaming at work about all sorts of things. There's girls, which is typical testosterone fueled flair, but I'm also running down movie and TV ideas, and lately, game ideas.

Dorky, but it gets me through the day. One that's really made the time fly is a twist on a plot I've been chewing on for a while. The details are still a blur, but I've really been making it fit in the Chrono universe for kicks over the past few days, and I like the feel. You know you need a sequel when you start making one in your head.

But aside from that. We've got a good week coming up, after I work, of course. One of my close friends is coming back to town early, so I'm pretty psyched on that. Superbad looks like comic genius, and we've got a BBQ and an 18th birthday all planned, so it's a promising few days. Just need to plow through work...

Ugh. That's what I hate. Everything I'm doing revolves around this ruddy job. It's pathetic. That's why you have to go to school kids.

This journal entry is really bubbly... I apologize. The common theme around it is that I've been thinking about my future a lot lately. Like, what I'm going to be doing. God I hope I like it.

Haha, I don't even know what I'm saying at this point. I may end up deleting this entry; seems like I'm on a treadmill and going nowhere in my head.

But I'm going to start drawing and see what happens. My last few attempts have been pretty sad, to say the least.