Paris

Off I go, as of tomorrow.  I'm gonna try updating this thing while I'm there, but what I'm gonna do (or what I've planned to do) is to write a short story or play while I'm there.  I'll find some cafe where they'll like me and get to work.  About a half-hour, each day, just writing something good.

It'll be good for me, I think.  The only other thing I've written is a play (which I'm actually still in the process of writing) in my moleskine (which is where I'll be writing this new thing as well) that I haven't really told anyone about because it's a little disturbing and might not fit for an actual play--I'm not sure anyone could pull it off onstage.  I might decide to show it to people in the near future, but now I'm not so sure, because people will think I'm creepy.  In fact, some people probably already think so.  I'd have to look deeper into my observations.

It'll be nice romping around the city.  Give me some time to think and tinker with my own life.  I hope I'll enjoy it, because it seems like, for a teenager, there is nothing to do in Paris except walk around.