College Academics Week

So I have cram college or the local community college, where I take courses all accelerated and like.  So This current me is busy studying and doing all-nighters  with some caffeine fixes. Yeah math & Science are a pain, but thank you internet for Khan Academy.

I’m also working on another project, I will release at least a summary later this week. Somewhere between Thursday-Saturday.

This time I’m thinking of allotting at least an hour a day to my writing. So If my math is correct, I may spend about 260 hours , you know like Mon-Fri hour a day type of deal.

I’m trying to make my writing into a habit. So the only way to do so is to write and post, as what one of my friends mentioned to me.

Well enough of this blogging and I will work towards making my releases.


Blog will be part of my Rant-dom series, full of randomness and query.

What a hiatus, I never realized how balancing all my desires literally made me drop some of my dreams. Real life sure is amazing to an extent. I guess when it came to surviving and having a place to live. I made that a priority over my dreams of writing and drawing to an extent.

My social life was unimportant to me, as finding a significant other, really was the last thing on my mind. But now I’ve managed to find a better paying job, its still hard labor overall. But it beats working 2 or even 3 jobs to just get by.

Now I’ve also managed to get some free time. And this time overall I really wish to pursue all the forgotten and disregarded stories, I left notes for.

My main premise will still be on hiatus, Science is my passion. Because all my notes for this story are jumbled up during my vagrancy days.

I was living intermittently, sometimes almost living at my job than at a home. And then it became why am I paying rent when I don’t even stay here. I literally was a workaholic, spending around 18 hours a day to get by. Usually getting barely 4 hours of sleep, 8 hours of sleep was always a luxury. I rarely took sick days off of my job, because I wasn’t a regular employee.

*sigh* Looking back on my broken promises, to my family, friends, strangers and to myself. I just really find it laughable, because I underestimated my reality. Or maybe I knew but, didn’t feel like accepting my lifestyle. It doesn’t help that the world is full of fear-mongering, I was a victim of that and learned to accept news with a grain of salt. That unless it directly affects me, like the situation is in my face, I should otherwise do what I can to live a happier life.

Anyway I’m bored of my depression into my past. I will type away as much as my time permits and I will majority of the time just post my raw unedited stories.

~Another day gone and I must move on.