Another beat in the drum.

Ah. I am done at the Census and I am not complaining. I was completely tired of their bullshit, but at least they paid me well. I have enjoyed spending my money a little more freely. I brought myself a wide screen HD computer monitor and a very very nice phone - that cost me 200 dollars after resigning up. I will also be paying for my hotel room for the weekend so I may have my own room, and I am paying rent for the next of the year - which is only 50 dollars a month. I also need to fix a pipe in my car. My boyfriend will put the part in for me, but it will cost about 100 dollars for the part. We'll see what happens.

This weekend I will be going to National Rock Fest - nationalrockcon.com. I will be working there, and have been doing it as an internship for the last five months. I wasn't the best intern, sadly, because of this job, but I hope I can at least help out this weekend. I know that the runners of the event don't hold it against me and I am thankful for that.

I got to go back to working on my writing for the Master's Degree I am working on. They are asking for a 'Writer's Resume' and a 'Writer's Journey'. I am not the best at writing on demand, so this is becoming a little bit of a struggle, but I need to get back into writing. Wish me luck everyone!

This question haunts me right now. I write because there are other people in my brain yelling at me to tell their story. I write because I must. There is no way to explain to non-writers how it feels to be haunted. To have them pace back and forth taping their fingers against your every moment until you release them through your fingertips onto what media you are using be it a typewriter or a pencil or a keyboard to the computer.

Those creatures, both good and bad, weak and strong, must be released or I would become insane. There is a feeling that comes over you as you write of freedom. A freedom that can not exist anywhere else. The people and things that find themselves upon the screen or on the paper, they can do anything. They can fly, sing, cry. They are the only real things that are free in my life. And only after they escape me.

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