I don't understand.

the point of Tumblr. It seems like Twitter, which is basically Facebook...

There are far too many sites these days that are all about the fucking same. I don't know what I'm talking about.

I'm mad. Really mad. I don't even know why. I'm sick of being so goddamn pathetic.

I like a boy.

Yeah, I know. I should stop caring. I mean, just because he asked me out... And said he'd call... And didn't... Doesn't mean I should get all bent out of shape, right?

I know this. I promise you.

But goddamnit, I really like this boy. And it bothers me that he doesn't give a damn back.

Whatever.

I found this. (:

It's adorable.

I love cute things. XD

I ate like 50000000 brownies today. I feel extremely fat. xD

Ugh. I can't get into this.

I'll post more when I'm feeling funnier or less pissed off.

Listening to: Regina Spektor and Taylor Swift (please don't judge).

Bye.

Chuck Palahniuk, Kurt Vonnegut, and giving into trends.

So as you may or may not know, I'm a huge Chuck Palahniuk fan. I think he's absolutely freakin' amazing, and he is seriously a genius. I could go on for a really long time about him, but I'll spare you the detail. Suffice to say that I'm a fan.

So I was talking to Friend Number One, and she said "Oh, why don't you read Kurt Vonnegut? He's seriously JUST like Palahniuk, but funny."

I chose to ignore the dig at dear ol' Chuck (I find him absolutely hilarious at times) and thought about this. I hadn't read Vonnegut before. I merely knew him as a "funny old guy who wrote Slaughterhouse Five", a book that sounded completely rotten (based on the title alone).

Then, in class, we read Harrison Bergeron, and I realized just what the hell FNO had been talking about--he was amazing! His story was a beautiful dystopia (the only sub-category of Sci-Fi that I like), and he didn't overuse words. Brilliant.

So now I'm reading "Armageddon in Retrospect" (a $25 value for $4.99--seriously), and I'm very happy I decided (well, was forced) to read HB. Very good choice, teacher.

In the same trip to the bookstore, I got "Lullaby", by Chuck Palahniuk. I had been talking to Friend Number Two about him as well (I talk about books a lot), and she mentioned that her copy had been stolen. Aside from being shocked that she was so calm about it (stolen books?! call the cops!), I decided that, having not read it, I had to buy it. So I have, and it sounds promising.

My little brother wants to read it... I'm not sure how to explain that Palahniuk is NOT a good idea for an 8 year old to read. Or a 15 year old, probably, but Mom's given up on me reading "teen books". :D

I think I'm going to start limiting my time spent on this here interweb. I spend an average of 2 hours a day on here, just surfing the 'net, and it should stop.

... Starting tomorrow. :D

Why does StumbleUpon need a category for "Left-Handed"?

Well, I got on the computer just now to read some blogs, write a bit, and edit.

I was reading one, and the author mentioned "Stumbleupon". So I, being the hapless idiot that I am, Googled it.

I'm insanely intrigued, and I've just found 100000000000000000000 more ways to procrastinate. *click* Yupp, just hit procrastinating. :D

... I have no life.

In other news, my proof shipped today. What does this mean, loyal readers? Well, now I'll finally stop talking about it. Well, once I get it, I promise I will. :D So, y'all should be excited.

... With all the times I say "y'all", you'd think I was from Texas. o.o

And now I'm all of a sudden really tired. Good night, everybody! (No, I haven't done any writing. Don't judge me.)

CreateSpace proof...

I have sent in my novel. (: It's being (hopefully) validated as we speak/type. :D As soon as I get it in the mail, I'll put pictures of it up here.

I don't know why this is such a big deal to me. I mean, I know: it's not published, it's really crappy, etc. But it seems like having this novel, having something to hold in my hands and read like I'd read any other book, means that my November amounted to something. (:



In other news, we go to State tomorrow! State Choral Festival, that is. (: We're in the top 10% of choirs in Michigan, anddddd we get to perform again in front of MORE judges and be critiqued. It's going to be hellishly hot, but at least I get out of Economics. :P

Speaking of Choir...

Next week is our big concert. It's going to be fun, but I have to miss all of my dance. ): Did I mention that already? If so, sorry. :P The teacher was so pissed when I told her. She's ready to fucking kick me out of Thriller. Gah, I'm nervous...


Short post, but I didn't have much to say; I'm far too tired. Curse you, Interwebz, for distracting me until 4:30 am!

Kthxbai. ;D

Hey, Novel. Haven't talked to you in a while...

So today is a historic day. In my life, at least.

I have rebegun working on my novel.

I know, I know. It's crazy. It's been five months, and I actually gave up yesterday. But then, I was about to send it in for my proof copy, and I had just gotten a laptop (IT'S SILVER AND SHINY AND WORKS ZOMG!), and I realized that this thing that I call a work of fiction has the potential to be, if not great, better then it is.

So it's 8:30 at night, on a Sunday, and I'm considering staying up all night so I can work on it (AND ALSO SURF THE NET ON MY SHINY NEW SILVER LAPTOP! ZOMG!). And also 'cause I had a buncha coffee today. ... I like coffee.

I'm going to be a screwed up adult, if I continue in this vein.

But aaaaaaaanywho, I'm pretty sure I don't have anything 'important' going on tomorrow, unless you count dance, which I don't 'cause I go three times a week. So I figure, I can stay up and have (almost) no repurcussions.

And yes, I am procrastinating by writing this blog post. He... he?

Also also, I'm finally back into blogging. (: I've missed it. I've wanted to many times, but I simply never got around to actually typing the darned thing.

So, here's my gift to you, loyal readers, because I can actually call myself a writer again. (:

... Editing counts as writing. :P

Later, peeps. I might write another post tonight, if the insomnia kicks in (it probably will) and I actually DO stay up all night.

teenagers scare the living shit out of me.

So it appears that I never realized until today just how much of a suckup I am. o.o Seriously. My teacher wanted someone to sort through songs and reorder them, and I thought nothing of volunteering.

What the hell?

Where's my teenager gene?! The one that tells me when to shy away from work of any kind that doesn't involve sex or turning on my Zune! To play my emo music, of course. (ONLYMYMUSICUNDERSTANDSME.)

Sigh.

I guess I'm just a suckup. Or maybe I'll be all teenager-y when I'm in college, you know, being all independent and writer-y and whatnot.

...

Not gonna happen, because A) I hate alcohol and B) I hate smoking. Aren't those the teenager things? xD Shows how much I know, eh?

But in all seriousness, I don't know why I'm not more of a teenager. I know, Dad had something to do with it (he died when I was 13, for reference if you, dear reader, don't know), but I've been like this my whole life. Maybe I'm just a wuss. I mean, it's not like I don't want to party (HARD), or like I'm some crazy religious person, you know?

I'm a rare breed.

And only my music understands me!!

...

That seems like the perfect place to end my blog, but I actually have more to say, for once. (:

I finished another story! :D It's called "Gold E. Locks" and it's about... wait for it... Goldilocks. Yeah. Shocker, I know. I had to write it for Imaginative Writing, so it's technically not my own "fault" that I finished, but it's more writing then I've done in a really long time.

Speaking of. I think it's insulting, my calling myself a "writer" and not writing lately. So by tonight, I will have at least a one-shot written. :D And if I don't, so help me...

Speaking of tonight (wow, I jump topics often), I'm not going to dance. ): It makes me incredibly sad, being as it's my favorite classes tonight, but at least I'll have time to do all that writing. If only blog posts counted in my mental tally, because this is really rambly. :P

Eh. I think I'm done.

BYE. :D

maybe we won't be okay. but maybe we're tough, and we'll try anyway.

So I've decided. (: I'm going to do The Life of the Party for MY final, and A is going to do Take Me or Leave Me (with yours truly as Maureen) for hers. :D I'm excited! Now all I have to do is practice X a million. (:

I think I need a break from something. I just... I feel... done. Like, I want to do things, but I've lost my drive. This terrifies me. I want to get as much out of my teenage years as I can, and that includes dancing + writing + singing + acting! But I'm just not feeling it.

I'm going fly fishing this weekend. <3 It's just the thing I need, to forget about all the shit in my life that's going on at the moment. I'd get into it now, but I don't have the patience.

So I've fallen in love with the song Maybe (Next to Normal), from the musical Next to Normal. :D Damn, the mom can sing. <3 I envy her. xD

I'm such a fucking Broadway geek. And I've never been. YET. (: But what can I say? The music's the SHIT, and I have a lot of respect for people that can sing amazingly when they're LIVE. (re: NOT MILEY CYRUS.)

Bye, loves. (: