It's a blog eat blog world

Thanks, Holly.

I think yesterday's story had potential to be a lot longer and I could continue it here but I don't really want to. Sure I could have told a long story, but it would be a long, boring story. The idea of a bank robbery is so cliched, unless you have some new, crazy way to escape or open a safe it's just not worth writing. It was a learning experience though, and I'm glad I did it so that now I will never do it again.

Also, I have an exciting announcement. Yesterday, I received a check in the mail from Philadelphia Research for $75. I know that is not a lot, and it's for a research paper rather than fiction, but it marks the first time in my life that I have been paid for writing something. From what I understand, a person who gets paid to write stuff is known as a "writer." Although in my case it is preceded by "freelance," it's still pretty cool to say, ahem... "I am a (freelance) writer." Yeah, I like the sound of that. Cheers.

Today's plan bee is way more up my alley: Write a scene that depends on the failure of a reasonable expectation (anchorman refusing to speak, faucet w/ something other than water, etc.)

Oh my God, you guys, I have to tell you about this crazy new store in my town. It's called "Plastic." Last week, me and my friend Kelly were at the mall and we saw that they had this new store. So, we go check it out and it is like, unbelievable. They have like, a separate room for all the major designers, and all these crazy lights and loud music... It was awesome. We started picking out all these clothes to try on, and you wouldn't believe how cheap they were!

We each picked out like 4 or 5 things in the end, but when went to pay, it was the weirdest thing. The woman at the desk told me how much it would be, but when I start counting out the money she just laughs and goes, "Sorry, honey. Plastic only." I was like, "We've only got cash from babysitting, what do you want us to do?" She picks up the credit card machine and goes, "Does this look like a cash register to you? We can't accept cash." Can you believe that? Me and Kelly were like, "Whatever, what the hell kind of store doesn't take cash?" And she goes, "This one, and if you can't pay for these things, you'll have to leave," and starts like, pushing us out the door. We were so mad, and Kelly was all like, "F*%# you lady. We can pay, but you won't let us." And she's like, "Come back when you have a charge card." It was crazy... I can't wait to get a debit card.