Last night, I went with EB and Sarah to see Avatar. It. Was. Amazing. I can honestly say I haven't seen a movie that good since Lord of the Rings. EB was so excited she couldn't string a sentence together the entire way home. Admittedly she tends to over exaggerate, but yeah, it was that good. I highly recommend you go see it.
Tuesday we leave for Pennsylvania, where I will spend most of the week hanging out with my best friend! I'm definitely taking her to see Avatar. ;) But until then, it's work work work work work! Damn project, I just wish it was over! I spent most of today working (and avoiding working) and have to spend most of tomorrow working too. Yuck.
One good thing did happen today. I spent...two hours? on Amazon.com picking out books. Ooooh yes, more of those books. My aunt got me a $75 gift card to Amazon for Christmas. And the Lion King on DVD. Guess who's my new favorite aunt? But now I have too many books I want and not enough time--or money-- to do anything about it. M/M, my anti-drug, because I wouldn't have enough money to buy crack even if I wanted it.
The rest of my week in review:
Tuesday: Went Christmas shopping with Dad, one whole day earlier than usual. Rode giant, scary Ned in lesson. Ached all over afterwards.
Wednesday: Hung out with my dad's friend's adorable children, who just so happened to be British! Adorable. Taught them to play Life and Uno.
Thursday: Went on a last minute gift run to the toy store. Had a lesson on the turd pony. I don't have to do trot poles anymore! Wrapped frantically. Played with candles at church at midnight.
Friday: Opened presents, but of course. Got a bunch of cool stuff. Spent the day watching Mulan and Hercules, and playing a really complicated board game.
Saturday: Felt like crap, had to do work. Sucked until I started hanging out with my friends. Went to bookstore, had Chinese food, went to the barn, saw the movie of the century.
Sunday: Also sucked, but this time I didn't get to see my friends. Only high point was Amazon.com.
And there was my week at a glance. The way I figure, it can only get better from here, right? Two more weeks until this project is due, for better or worse. Then midterms two weeks after that, and annotations for The Great Gatsby due a week after that.
Okay, so it's going to be a long time until things get better. But they will, after that month of horror and insanity. Because the day after all that madness ends...is my birthday! So that has to count for something.
Sunday, December 27, 2009
Monday, December 21, 2009
Thing I've Learned #59: Vacation is For Doing Nothing
I hate getting up early on vacation days. I do, however, like flowers, and flowers were the reason of my getting up early. Sarah and I worked at the church for a few hours this morning making flower arrangements. And then we went to lunch at Pei Wei. Ah, nothing like Chinese food with a friend! Oh, and I got a new pair of shoes. Gray suede boots. Pair 56. And then, of course, I had to go ride the turd pony. I have deduced he's terrified of the color red. It's not poles. Oh, he's fine with white poles. But a red one, and AHHHHHHHHHH! Dumb pony. Good thing he's cute. And after a brief trip to Wal-Mart it was home for soup and the Project Runway finale, which has been on our DVR for...months? And that was my day. Pretty...average.
Sunday, December 20, 2009
Thing I've Learned #58: Never Start Cleaning Unless You Intend to do so Thoroughly
Today was a good day. Didn't get any work done, but went to church, to lunch, and the barn Christmas party. Lunch was great. There's an amazing little tapas bar downtown called Cafe Tu Tu Tango. It's furnished with artwork from local artists, and the food is great. The creme brulee: awesome. Sarah came with, of course. Barn party was at four, and we rode bareback for a while. Which was interesting. I, having a strong sense of self preservation, did NOT ride James. Tessa is a lot calmer and wider (and therefore more comfortable.) We had an egg and spoon race on horseback, which was...interesting. I was wearing furry boots while riding, and Tessa kept turning around to nibble on them. It was cute. :) Then we did the gift exchange, which wasn't that exciting, but the one family at the barn gave Kate a computer. THAT was exciting. It was a used computer, but it was really sweet of them. The barn office doesn't have a computer, so it will make things a whole lot easier for her. Then home for a shower, because Sarah is staying over. She's on her way now, actually, but that's not the point of my lesson.
The point is this: I got out of the shower with the intention to pick up my horrible room before Sarah came over. What resulted was a rampage. My room is now completely spotless. I think it's a girl thing. We only MEAN to pick up the dirty clothes on the floor, but then we notice there are books on the floor, and when we put those away we notice the books on the bookshelves are crooked, and then we tidy up all the messy papers on our desk, and then we clean off the dresser... It's like the "If You Give a Mouse a Cookie" thing.
The point is this: I got out of the shower with the intention to pick up my horrible room before Sarah came over. What resulted was a rampage. My room is now completely spotless. I think it's a girl thing. We only MEAN to pick up the dirty clothes on the floor, but then we notice there are books on the floor, and when we put those away we notice the books on the bookshelves are crooked, and then we tidy up all the messy papers on our desk, and then we clean off the dresser... It's like the "If You Give a Mouse a Cookie" thing.
Saturday, December 19, 2009
Thing I've Learned #57: Giving Really Is Better Than Receiving
I gave Sarah her Christmas present yesterday. Definitely got the reaction I was looking for. :) I don't think I've ever seen her so excited. That's why I love Christmas so much. I love making my friends so happy!
Wow, a lot happened yesterday, now that I think about it. We were supposed to leave for a family get together yesterday night, but there was a blizzard where we were going in Pennsylvania...so we stayed. And so mom and Sarah and I went to see the Princess and the Frog instead. YAY I LOVE DISNEY. It was cute and sad and the bad guy was actually scary. Like it's supposed to be. Ah, good old Disney. We also briefly discussed weddings. I decided I'm getting married on a boat. And not a cruise ship, either. A frigate. Definitely. When we got home, I had a date with a mug of hot chocolate and my NaNovel manuscript. It turned out better than I was afraid it would, but not as good as I had hoped. But that's the life of a writer, of course!
Today I drove to Dunkin' Donuts for breakfast. Really it was more like lunch, since I didn't get up until 11. And then I worked a lot. Yuck, stupid, stupid timeline project! But I read some, too. The other book I got Sarah besides False Colors was the 7th Morganville book. Which she was kind enough to lend me, because she's in the middle of another book right now. And reading this, even only halfway through, it has solidified my suspicion that I will end up marrying someone as crazy as Myrnin. If you know what I'm talking about, you'll understand and pity me. You'll also understand when I say I don't mind, as long as I get to share his clothes. ;)
And tomorrow, I am taking back my Sundays. Hey, that's a band, isn't it? Well, no allusion intended, but what I meant was that Sarah and I used to hang out every Sunday, and we haven't done so in...months. But tomorrow we're going to lunch, and I think she's staying over. Oh, how I love Christmas break!
Wow, a lot happened yesterday, now that I think about it. We were supposed to leave for a family get together yesterday night, but there was a blizzard where we were going in Pennsylvania...so we stayed. And so mom and Sarah and I went to see the Princess and the Frog instead. YAY I LOVE DISNEY. It was cute and sad and the bad guy was actually scary. Like it's supposed to be. Ah, good old Disney. We also briefly discussed weddings. I decided I'm getting married on a boat. And not a cruise ship, either. A frigate. Definitely. When we got home, I had a date with a mug of hot chocolate and my NaNovel manuscript. It turned out better than I was afraid it would, but not as good as I had hoped. But that's the life of a writer, of course!
Today I drove to Dunkin' Donuts for breakfast. Really it was more like lunch, since I didn't get up until 11. And then I worked a lot. Yuck, stupid, stupid timeline project! But I read some, too. The other book I got Sarah besides False Colors was the 7th Morganville book. Which she was kind enough to lend me, because she's in the middle of another book right now. And reading this, even only halfway through, it has solidified my suspicion that I will end up marrying someone as crazy as Myrnin. If you know what I'm talking about, you'll understand and pity me. You'll also understand when I say I don't mind, as long as I get to share his clothes. ;)
And tomorrow, I am taking back my Sundays. Hey, that's a band, isn't it? Well, no allusion intended, but what I meant was that Sarah and I used to hang out every Sunday, and we haven't done so in...months. But tomorrow we're going to lunch, and I think she's staying over. Oh, how I love Christmas break!
Thursday, December 17, 2009
Thing I've Learned #56: Everything is More Amusing in a British Accent
Yesterday I was telling Nairely about the book I was reading. You know, the British navy one. So I pull it out of my bag to show her, she takes one look at the cover and says, with a completely straight face, "They're gay, aren't they?" I said yes. She said, "I knew it." I love my friends, because they know me and love me anyway.
It was shortly after that when I realized, being that the main characters were, in fact, in the British navy, they were, naturally, British. And spoke with the corresponding accent. This was my second time reading this book, and it took me that long to realize? Wow. Anyway, I immediately began reading their dialogue in a British accent in my head. NEVER BEEN MORE AMUSED IN MY LIFE.
On the note of my lovely m/m books, I finished the last one today. And, being confident that Sarah is no longer reading this, I can give my full report.
Frost Fair: Short and sweet. Gideon and Joshua reminded me hauntingly of my own Ha'ri and Ciro, which I have to say was...interesting and enlightening. Simple, straightforward plot. Made perfect sense. Great setting. Not much smut, but enough.
False Colors: Of the four I read, definitely my favorite. Hurrah for sailing ships and martial court! Fighting, pirates, torture, denial and ultimately love...all on a boat! What more could one want in a novel? Believable and genuine characters. Relatively simple plot, the only weirdness being the occasionally disorienting time skips between chapters. Again, not much sex, but that was because it was only used to further the plot. LIKE IT SHOULD BE. Read it twice. Would gladly read it again. And the author used amazing language. Ephemeral, she used ephemeral! That's my favorite word. -tears up- Alex Beecroft, you have been exalted to the level of literary hero.
Swordspoint: My second favorite. Oh my god was the writing AMAZING. Even (and especially) the sex was amazing. The plot was complex and full of intrigue, which I have to admit left me guessing at times. I think it's one of those books you need to read more than once to pick out all the little details. The characters, though...wow. As a writer as well as a reader, I can say how hard it is to create (much less deal with) a character that is truly unpredictable. Hello Alec, you're perfect. Welcome to the hall of Spices' favorite literary characters ever. Some weirdness, but that's because the plot is centered around the machinations of aristocrats. Weirdness is bound to happen. Very little sex, but god was it beautiful. Now, to get my hands on the sequel...
The Prince's Angel: W. T. F. While the others were mostly plot with little sex, this was mostly sex with little plot. Okay, so I don't do it justice. There was plot. Plenty of it. It just made no sense whatsoever. So many things were unexplained (WHY did Rachel do what she did? Wtf is up with this ghoul thing? Why can't Cornelius and Brandon sleep together? What the hell is Cian doing on earth anyway? And does Lee even HAVE a purpose in life?), and so many things resolved so...anticlimactically (Wow Cian, just go kill all those bad guys with your snazzy blue fire, quick as you please. Don't leave any room for a fight scene or anything, and god forbid you actually let any of them live to cause trouble. Oh, and while you're at it, just off the major villain with a maaaaaaagic sword, why don't you?). Parts of it positively oozed with deus ex machina. The characters, though, were damn sexy. Which, I suppose, is all that really counts in a smutty romance novel. Don't get me wrong, I'm not saying I didn't like it. I did, very much so. It was just very...well, romance novel-y. The main characters are in love the instant they meet, and sleep together, oh...the third or so time they see each other? In which an unfortunate accident causes them to be bound together forever? Hello there cliche, please go step in front of a bus. Anyway, it was the perfect novel to read in a bubble bath. Even if the quality of writing wasn't stellar, the book was pretty hot. And like I said: characters = sexy. I've always held a fondness for blonde curls...
And that concludes Spices' book review for the day. In other news, yesterday EB, Sarah and I made gingerbread cookies. We have this tradition that for Christmas, we make gingerbread men of literary characters. And give them to our teachers. So, for our AP Language teacher Mrs. Bermudez there was Hester Prynne, Dimmesdale, and Chillingworth from The Scarlet Letter. Oh, and the river monster from Boy's Life, Old Moses. And the dog he bit in half. For our favorite teacher, Mrs. Drisgill, our english teacher from last year, there was Caesar, complete with red icing stab wounds, and Golum. You see, Mrs. Drisgill has never watched Lord of the Rings because she's terrified of Golum. Sooo, we made her a Golum cookie so she could eat it and conquer her fears. For our APUSH teacher Mr. Lange we made Alexander Hamilton and Aaron Burr, shooting each other, of course. They all agreed we were nerds. After they stopped laughing, that is. Mrs. Drisgill said her and Mrs. Bermudez would stop teaching the NHS club and make a new one: The Literary Cookie Club. Ah, I adore her. Last year we made her cookies of the characters in Antigone, all dead. She laughed so hard I think she almost cried. Favorite. Teacher. EVER.
So now we will be the students our teachers tell stories about. MISSION ACCOMPLISHED.
It was shortly after that when I realized, being that the main characters were, in fact, in the British navy, they were, naturally, British. And spoke with the corresponding accent. This was my second time reading this book, and it took me that long to realize? Wow. Anyway, I immediately began reading their dialogue in a British accent in my head. NEVER BEEN MORE AMUSED IN MY LIFE.
On the note of my lovely m/m books, I finished the last one today. And, being confident that Sarah is no longer reading this, I can give my full report.
Frost Fair: Short and sweet. Gideon and Joshua reminded me hauntingly of my own Ha'ri and Ciro, which I have to say was...interesting and enlightening. Simple, straightforward plot. Made perfect sense. Great setting. Not much smut, but enough.
False Colors: Of the four I read, definitely my favorite. Hurrah for sailing ships and martial court! Fighting, pirates, torture, denial and ultimately love...all on a boat! What more could one want in a novel? Believable and genuine characters. Relatively simple plot, the only weirdness being the occasionally disorienting time skips between chapters. Again, not much sex, but that was because it was only used to further the plot. LIKE IT SHOULD BE. Read it twice. Would gladly read it again. And the author used amazing language. Ephemeral, she used ephemeral! That's my favorite word. -tears up- Alex Beecroft, you have been exalted to the level of literary hero.
Swordspoint: My second favorite. Oh my god was the writing AMAZING. Even (and especially) the sex was amazing. The plot was complex and full of intrigue, which I have to admit left me guessing at times. I think it's one of those books you need to read more than once to pick out all the little details. The characters, though...wow. As a writer as well as a reader, I can say how hard it is to create (much less deal with) a character that is truly unpredictable. Hello Alec, you're perfect. Welcome to the hall of Spices' favorite literary characters ever. Some weirdness, but that's because the plot is centered around the machinations of aristocrats. Weirdness is bound to happen. Very little sex, but god was it beautiful. Now, to get my hands on the sequel...
The Prince's Angel: W. T. F. While the others were mostly plot with little sex, this was mostly sex with little plot. Okay, so I don't do it justice. There was plot. Plenty of it. It just made no sense whatsoever. So many things were unexplained (WHY did Rachel do what she did? Wtf is up with this ghoul thing? Why can't Cornelius and Brandon sleep together? What the hell is Cian doing on earth anyway? And does Lee even HAVE a purpose in life?), and so many things resolved so...anticlimactically (Wow Cian, just go kill all those bad guys with your snazzy blue fire, quick as you please. Don't leave any room for a fight scene or anything, and god forbid you actually let any of them live to cause trouble. Oh, and while you're at it, just off the major villain with a maaaaaaagic sword, why don't you?). Parts of it positively oozed with deus ex machina. The characters, though, were damn sexy. Which, I suppose, is all that really counts in a smutty romance novel. Don't get me wrong, I'm not saying I didn't like it. I did, very much so. It was just very...well, romance novel-y. The main characters are in love the instant they meet, and sleep together, oh...the third or so time they see each other? In which an unfortunate accident causes them to be bound together forever? Hello there cliche, please go step in front of a bus. Anyway, it was the perfect novel to read in a bubble bath. Even if the quality of writing wasn't stellar, the book was pretty hot. And like I said: characters = sexy. I've always held a fondness for blonde curls...
And that concludes Spices' book review for the day. In other news, yesterday EB, Sarah and I made gingerbread cookies. We have this tradition that for Christmas, we make gingerbread men of literary characters. And give them to our teachers. So, for our AP Language teacher Mrs. Bermudez there was Hester Prynne, Dimmesdale, and Chillingworth from The Scarlet Letter. Oh, and the river monster from Boy's Life, Old Moses. And the dog he bit in half. For our favorite teacher, Mrs. Drisgill, our english teacher from last year, there was Caesar, complete with red icing stab wounds, and Golum. You see, Mrs. Drisgill has never watched Lord of the Rings because she's terrified of Golum. Sooo, we made her a Golum cookie so she could eat it and conquer her fears. For our APUSH teacher Mr. Lange we made Alexander Hamilton and Aaron Burr, shooting each other, of course. They all agreed we were nerds. After they stopped laughing, that is. Mrs. Drisgill said her and Mrs. Bermudez would stop teaching the NHS club and make a new one: The Literary Cookie Club. Ah, I adore her. Last year we made her cookies of the characters in Antigone, all dead. She laughed so hard I think she almost cried. Favorite. Teacher. EVER.
So now we will be the students our teachers tell stories about. MISSION ACCOMPLISHED.
Monday, December 14, 2009
Thing I've Learned #55: Boats are Awesome
Wow, I SO don't have time for this right now. Too much freaking homework. Ick. But in short, this is what's happened to me since last I spoke.
Wednesday: Best friend McKenzie was down from Pennsylvania. Went to Magic Kingdom with her and Sarah. Watched parades and fireworks; acted like six year olds.
Thursday: Got my books in the mail. Read one at school, started the other one at home. Went to my choir concert, sung my solo, didn't die. Aunt and little cousin came.
Friday: Left school early to catch cruise ship. Saw dolphins, felt seasick, took Dramamine. Read. Watched the ocean.
Saturday: Got to Nassau, wanted to kiss the ground. Saw fish. And a sea turtle. Finished second book, started third.
Sunday: CocoCay. Sat on the touristy excuse for a beach and read. Finished third book. Went back and read the end of the second one again. Giggled madly. Took a kayak ride. Stayed up far too late to watch the meteor shower.
Today: Got up at o' God thirty to get off the ship. Stopped for breakfast, went home to get school stuff, went to school. Aunt and cousin left. Parents choir concert. Sarah and I wrote a conversation on the program.
And now, I should be studying for my math test, or doing my APUSH ID list. But no...I think I'll go re-read one of my books again. I'm dead serious when I say I've never been so entertained in my life. Oh, I adore the British Navy. Did you know that if two men were caught in a relationship they'd be hanged? How exciting!
Wednesday: Best friend McKenzie was down from Pennsylvania. Went to Magic Kingdom with her and Sarah. Watched parades and fireworks; acted like six year olds.
Thursday: Got my books in the mail. Read one at school, started the other one at home. Went to my choir concert, sung my solo, didn't die. Aunt and little cousin came.
Friday: Left school early to catch cruise ship. Saw dolphins, felt seasick, took Dramamine. Read. Watched the ocean.
Saturday: Got to Nassau, wanted to kiss the ground. Saw fish. And a sea turtle. Finished second book, started third.
Sunday: CocoCay. Sat on the touristy excuse for a beach and read. Finished third book. Went back and read the end of the second one again. Giggled madly. Took a kayak ride. Stayed up far too late to watch the meteor shower.
Today: Got up at o' God thirty to get off the ship. Stopped for breakfast, went home to get school stuff, went to school. Aunt and cousin left. Parents choir concert. Sarah and I wrote a conversation on the program.
And now, I should be studying for my math test, or doing my APUSH ID list. But no...I think I'll go re-read one of my books again. I'm dead serious when I say I've never been so entertained in my life. Oh, I adore the British Navy. Did you know that if two men were caught in a relationship they'd be hanged? How exciting!
Tuesday, December 8, 2009
Thing I've Learned #54: People Have the Same Sense of Humor
It's official. After two hours of zombie llamas, pirates vs. ninjas, and Optimus Prime, I can say for sure that Mystery Google is absolutely epic.
Sunday, December 6, 2009
Thing I've Learned #53: I Really Need a Healthier Hobby
Let's face it: being a fangirl is not good for you. It leads to obsessive giggling, frequent nosebleeds, and a five-octave jump in voice pitch. The reason behind this sudden condemning of my own species? Ordered a bunch of books off of Amazon today. Yeah, those books. Could not wipe grin off of face for two straight hours. Made parents slightly suspicious. I will now being near-dead with worry and adrenaline until they arrive. Which is scheduled for Thursday. I don't know if I can survive that long. If my parents get to that package before I do...I am so far beyond toast it's not even funny. However, I also ordered my mother her Christmas present and told her such, so she at least won't look. Brilliant? I THINK SO.
CASE IN POINT. I have become dependant on men making out. Oh dear.
As far as I can see, there is only ONE advantage to this madness: we fangirls won't be the ones going out and getting laid. Because we will be at home, reading fanfic or gay erotica. Or drawing hearts around Taylor Launtner's face in Seventeen. Hey, whatever floats your boat.
CASE IN POINT. I have become dependant on men making out. Oh dear.
As far as I can see, there is only ONE advantage to this madness: we fangirls won't be the ones going out and getting laid. Because we will be at home, reading fanfic or gay erotica. Or drawing hearts around Taylor Launtner's face in Seventeen. Hey, whatever floats your boat.
Friday, December 4, 2009
Thing I've Learned #52: Society Needs to Pull It's Head Out of It's Ass
So, I feel pretty behind on current events because I just found out today about the whole Adam Lambert/AMA controversy. And this is what I say: Way to go, Adam! Maybe it was a little trashy, and maybe it was a little too much, but still, way to stick it to the man. And now everyone is making a HUGE deal out of this? Really?! Didn't Madonna kiss Britney Spears a few years back? I'm sensing a double standard here. They're all "Oh-em-gee, gay guys, eek!" REALLY. PEOPLE. GET OVER YOURSELVES. He kissed a guy, whoop-de-doo. Personally I thought it was rather hot, but if you don't like that sort of thing, fine. KEEP YOUR MOUTH SHUT. If you can't say anything nice, don't say anything at all.
That's my two cents of the day. Take a hint from the Greeks, America. There is nothing wrong with gay guys. They're PEOPLE, just like us.
That's my two cents of the day. Take a hint from the Greeks, America. There is nothing wrong with gay guys. They're PEOPLE, just like us.
Thursday, December 3, 2009
Thing I've Learned #51: I WILL NEVER LEARN!
I will never learn that procrastination is a bad thing. Here I am, 28 pages into Frederick Douglass. 75 more to go. Bye bye, weekend! And that make up work from when I was sick Tuesday! Yep, haven't even started it. And it's due tomorrow. I think I'll do it at lunch.
I will never learn that turning myself into a drooling fangirl is NOT A GOOD THING. But in all honesty, I spent the most productive 15 minutes of my life on Amazon.com last night. My friends say, "Get it published, Alyssa!" And I say, "Are you nuts?! My characters spend half their time screwing each other! And they're men!" But you know what I learned? PEOPLE ACTUALLY PUBLISH THAT STUFF. Mind. Blown. I suppose I should have known, right? Well, I didn't, okay? And so I spent time with socks shoved up my nose to stop the bleeding while looking through a veritable MOTHERLOAD of M/M novels. My life is now complete. Or it will be as soon as I can get my sneaky, twisted, fangirl hands on some of these.
I will never learn that riding my 'tard of a pony is probably not the smartest nor the sanest thing to do. He had a O-M-G-W-T-F-THAT-POLE-WILL-EAT-ME moment today. Aaaand, as is becoming painfully common (pun intended) I bit the dirt. Quiet literally. Tore open my lip and nearly knocked out my front tooth. And I mean literally nearly knocked it out because now it's all wiggly. The dentist, however, said it would be fine. Nevertheless, I will look GORGEOUS tomorrow, with a swollen, busted lip and bruised chin. And that wiggly tooth.
In the words of John Adams: "Oh good God!"
I will never learn that turning myself into a drooling fangirl is NOT A GOOD THING. But in all honesty, I spent the most productive 15 minutes of my life on Amazon.com last night. My friends say, "Get it published, Alyssa!" And I say, "Are you nuts?! My characters spend half their time screwing each other! And they're men!" But you know what I learned? PEOPLE ACTUALLY PUBLISH THAT STUFF. Mind. Blown. I suppose I should have known, right? Well, I didn't, okay? And so I spent time with socks shoved up my nose to stop the bleeding while looking through a veritable MOTHERLOAD of M/M novels. My life is now complete. Or it will be as soon as I can get my sneaky, twisted, fangirl hands on some of these.
I will never learn that riding my 'tard of a pony is probably not the smartest nor the sanest thing to do. He had a O-M-G-W-T-F-THAT-POLE-WILL-EAT-ME moment today. Aaaand, as is becoming painfully common (pun intended) I bit the dirt. Quiet literally. Tore open my lip and nearly knocked out my front tooth. And I mean literally nearly knocked it out because now it's all wiggly. The dentist, however, said it would be fine. Nevertheless, I will look GORGEOUS tomorrow, with a swollen, busted lip and bruised chin. And that wiggly tooth.
In the words of John Adams: "Oh good God!"
Tuesday, December 1, 2009
Thing I've Learned #50: Haste Makes Mistakes
I AM NOVELIST, HEAR ME ROAR!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
The final count:
Words: 67,419. Pages: 184. Chapters: 26. Sex scenes: Lost count at 10, don't want to know. Days wordcount was not met: 4. Cups of tea consumed: 3. Sanity left: 10% Morals left: 0% HOW FULL OF WIN I AM: 100%
As of last night, IT IS DONE. Not done well, but done. So, as is quickly becoming tradition, I printed out my manuscript at, oh, 11:30 p.m. In five minutes. And let me tell you this: I WROTE it and I still can't make heads or tails of how it came out of that printer! Chapter 11 and Chapter 19 were on the same page, Chapter 1 was on the last page...it was a disaster. And post-November hilarity was setting in, so of course instead of getting mad I just slapped a binder clip on the 100 pages of word soup and giggled rather madly. I MAY HAVE MURDERED TREES, BUT I LAUGHED MY ASS OFF WHILE DOING SO. Today was redo day. My parents went to a Christmas party, so I sat by the printer for half and hour and tried to get it to work. I printed out so many test sheets, I could hear the rain forest screaming. But, as it always does, persistence paid off, and now my lovely IN THE CORRECT PAGE ORDER manuscript is sitting on my bedroom floor. GUESS WHO FEELS ACCOMPLISHED?!
In other other aspects, however, today was not a good day. I nearly passed out in choir (again. Why do I always get sick in choir? Why?!) and my mom had to come get me. Choir is first period...so I spent the rest of the day in bed. And in the bathroom. God, I hate being sick. Annnnnd then there was riding lesson. James was a turd today, and I fell off. Aaaaagain. Let me tell you, I'm getting WAY sick of having sand down my shirt/in my pants. Oh, and I have to annotate Fredrick Douglass by...Monday? Joy.
But I did bake a cake. A red velvet one. It made me happy. :D And McKenzie will be here next week, which is definitely amazing. Oh! And I got a solo in choir. That's good. I've never had a solo before.
THE MORAL OF THE STORY IS THUS: Don't do things fast or you'll kill trees. Baking makes you smile. Sickness sucks, naps are awesome. Don't procrastinate. (Yeah, right.) Today may be awful, but next week is always looking up! DECEMBER IS FOR SLEEPING.
The final count:
Words: 67,419. Pages: 184. Chapters: 26. Sex scenes: Lost count at 10, don't want to know. Days wordcount was not met: 4. Cups of tea consumed: 3. Sanity left: 10% Morals left: 0% HOW FULL OF WIN I AM: 100%
As of last night, IT IS DONE. Not done well, but done. So, as is quickly becoming tradition, I printed out my manuscript at, oh, 11:30 p.m. In five minutes. And let me tell you this: I WROTE it and I still can't make heads or tails of how it came out of that printer! Chapter 11 and Chapter 19 were on the same page, Chapter 1 was on the last page...it was a disaster. And post-November hilarity was setting in, so of course instead of getting mad I just slapped a binder clip on the 100 pages of word soup and giggled rather madly. I MAY HAVE MURDERED TREES, BUT I LAUGHED MY ASS OFF WHILE DOING SO. Today was redo day. My parents went to a Christmas party, so I sat by the printer for half and hour and tried to get it to work. I printed out so many test sheets, I could hear the rain forest screaming. But, as it always does, persistence paid off, and now my lovely IN THE CORRECT PAGE ORDER manuscript is sitting on my bedroom floor. GUESS WHO FEELS ACCOMPLISHED?!
In other other aspects, however, today was not a good day. I nearly passed out in choir (again. Why do I always get sick in choir? Why?!) and my mom had to come get me. Choir is first period...so I spent the rest of the day in bed. And in the bathroom. God, I hate being sick. Annnnnd then there was riding lesson. James was a turd today, and I fell off. Aaaaagain. Let me tell you, I'm getting WAY sick of having sand down my shirt/in my pants. Oh, and I have to annotate Fredrick Douglass by...Monday? Joy.
But I did bake a cake. A red velvet one. It made me happy. :D And McKenzie will be here next week, which is definitely amazing. Oh! And I got a solo in choir. That's good. I've never had a solo before.
THE MORAL OF THE STORY IS THUS: Don't do things fast or you'll kill trees. Baking makes you smile. Sickness sucks, naps are awesome. Don't procrastinate. (Yeah, right.) Today may be awful, but next week is always looking up! DECEMBER IS FOR SLEEPING.
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