I hate hobos >_>

I went shopping today and a hobo came up to me and sister. I wasn't sure if he was, but he sure did look like one. Y'know, with the bookbag and twenty layers of clothes and the grubbly beard. Anyway, he jumped over the escalator, walked by me and kept looking at me. IT WAS SO CREEPY. Then he sat next ot my sister and I pulled her closer because I wasn' sure if he was a molesty- pervy- rapist hobo. He did seem friendly. Too friendly. Then he tried to put his arm across my sister's shoulders but he couldn't because I had pulled her closer to me. He left and I was just utterly . . . what's the word I'm looking for? Oh yeah, CREEPED OUT. My Mom was right there, too! She thought it was some teenager but it was actually a hobo thirty- year- old.

Also, I got a digital camera! I'm so happy, and it's really nice, too. I just figured out how it works, which took like twenty minutes.

With siad camera, I'm going to film a mini- movie. It's going to be a documentry about hobo-sexuals. If you don't know who or what a hobo sexual is, I must tell you to look it up. It's going to be super funny.

IN BIG NEWS I JUST FINISHED WRITING THE ROUGH DRAFT OF NASCENT.
Well, I finished December 17th. I'm so happy~! Almost four months in the making!

But with one story finishing, I just had to start a new one. It's called 'The Third Meaning', a story about Lina. Lina thought she knew what love was and how to expect it but after her best friend leaves town because his father is deathly ill, Lina develops feelings for him becuase he left. But once she starts high school, Lina and her homeroom teacher (tens years her senior, BTW) start having an illicit affair during tutoring sessions, life gets complicated.

At first, TTM was supposed to be at least twenty to twenty five pages. But right now, it's at forty- six pages and counting. So much for a short story.