The Other Journal - Vanilla

I'm wondering why I even set this up. For anyone or even for myself, what purpose could this serve is unkown to me. I don't claim a very interesting life; still 18, still single, and still dellusional. Honestly, you'll find me rather vanilla if you stick around long enough. But then again this is only me speaking.

I would really perfer the weather to stay cloudy here. The hilly landscape of New West can be so cruel under a blazing sun. Especially when the heat bounces off the roads, off the sparkling windows of towers and from everywhere and everything the sun glares down me. Already it's humid and it's only June. Global warming is at it again. Completely broke, I can't wander down to Columbia to the new Waves cafe for a refreshing, super delicious but anyways over priced beverage. A beverage my thighs would scold me for later. As you may or may not have imagined me, sitting on the other side of the screen, I aint no stick insect. Niether am I beached sperm wale.. Vanilla. Always vanilla.

I don't know why I thought having only a one hour tutorial on a tuesday was a good idea. I should be reading away on the Executive branch of Canadian government then scribbling some half copied answer in my notebook, but instead I find myself here. I'm hesitant as what to say to you, what can I reveal without giving away everything? I'm confused. I should come back later with something more intelligent and witty to say.