So, I'm thinking about writing this story.

Based of off World War Two and all of its goriness.

Except, it's like, a love story.

Between a Nazi and a Jew. Weird? I thought so, too. And so, I discarded the idea for a while.

BUT IT KEEPS COMING BACK, LIKE THAT IRRITATING ZIT I GET ONCE A MONTH. D:

(Except the idea isn't that irritating. And to be optimistic, I actually haven't seen that particular zit in months. So, I've had clear skin for months. See, I only get a zit once a month, always associated with my period. Not that you need to know that, but whatever. And now, it's gone! It's a miracle. I hope it doesn't come back).

Anyways. Back to the subject at hand.

Yes, WWII. But I really do think it would make an amazing story. Not realistic, but amazing nevertheless. And deep.

I think I might have to reread Night. And Anne Frank. Just to get the...feel down.

Thoughts?

:/

I actually should be studying my butt off. So, I'm going to go do that. Terms and Concepts and stuff..ick. I hate that class with every fiber of my being.

(disgusted face).

I have a newfound love for kitkats. I used to love 'em as a kid, and then they all but vanished and I hadn't seen them in ages. And now they're back!

But Ferrero Rochers are still better. Kit kats come in second. But a close second indeed.