NaNoWriMo

I haven't posted since NaNo started, and I have a good reason for that.

I'm a hundred words short of 8,000.

And going a bit crazy.

Day 2 went much like this:



I love my friends for being my conscience during NaNo. I also love the competition they present. (The only reason I'm at almost-8-thousand is because Greg - the prat - is at 11k as of tonight.)

I'm going to sleep. No use in depriving myself of any more sleep if I'm not writing.

Goodnight world. You've been good to me.

The Countdown

This blog comes to you in two related parts:

Part 1

28 days, 10 hours, 32 minutes, and 11 seconds until NaNoWriMo.

Oh yes, it's that time of year again. *spaz*

The site relaunched and the forums are squeaky new! There are so many PEOPLE around now! Forums are constantly moving. I love it. I've got a plot idea and my fingers are twitching and I want it to be November already!

Part 2

It's our friendaversary! Lauren, Annie, Taylor, and Claire, we met a year ago today (just about)! Yay us!

Cheers.

Of airports and such ...

So. I'm at the airport again.

I do this entirely too often.

We are way too early. And I'm bored. There aren't even interesting people to watch yet. That's how insanely early we are.

This is what I look like when I'm bored:

And sideways, apparently. Dunno how to fix that, plus I'm lazy. So you get Sideways!Sarah.

This is me being grumpy at the sun:



I have a headache and I'm vaguely grumpy and I"m running on one hour of sleep yay!

There's a Coke truck driving around out there by the planes. Heheh, it looks tiny. Stupid soda truck. S'gonna get smooshed.

Now there's nothing. Eh.

I'm so tired. I'm going to sleep now. *passes out *

I'm sorry, what?

You know what I hate?

People who make things a racial issue.

Bloody hell.

I'm probably the least racist person you'll ever meet. I honestly can have a whole conversation with someone and not realize if they're black or white or Norwegian, and I honestly don't CARE.

I said something to my friend yesterday, about the color white, and how no one likes the color white and it's boring and overlooked, but it's a brilliant color because it's every color at once. (Yes, Trix. I WAS stealing from Abby.)

And today, this woman (who I generally like; she's like my friend's aunt.) says, about me saying that "no one likes the color white" that she wonders if I was feeling the pain of the white people, or the persecuted black people, and how no one likes the white people. And then she continued to ramble for a bit on how no one is black or white and this and that and I mostly tuned out.

What. The. Hell. (Of course my response was more like, "Um ... no, that's not what I was going for. I was just saying that ... white is a ... generally overlooked color.")

Did I say ANYTHING about races? I don't even. Stop putting words in my mouth.

It's not that big of a deal. It just sort of added to my stressful morning.

Anyway. Wanted to rant. Finished now.

JulNo Failure

Haven't updated in a while.

Julno is pretty much a fail. I'm probably ... around 16k? Yeah. ._. Anyway.

My day was spent chasing chickens with The Child,



watching AVPS,




and, perhaps my biggest accomplishment for the day:



Yup. I was bored. And so decided the eggs needed faces. The Child will, undoubtedly, be thrilled. Dad walked in when I was about halfway finished with the eggs, grinned hugely, and grabbed a pen, helping me finish the carton. I love my family.

Other than that, my day has been uneventful. Yeahhhhhh.

Off to write and perhaps not fail JulNo. Yeah, right.

JulNo Day Twelve: Apathetic Way To Be

So, I've met a new character.

His name is Ben.

Just thought the general public should be aware of this.

I don't even know about him. I have to write him for a bit.

I don't have a plot. I have a feeling this will be very litfic, in that it follows no coherent plot but there is definitely a story there.

We'll see.

Kinda apathetic. Bordering on depressed? I don't know. Doing a lot of homework. All day. Big Test tomorrow. Fun.

I dunno. I have mood swings. I'll be happy again in ten minutes.

Later, bro.

Day 10: Holy crap, it's day ten? D:

I haven't written in a few days.

I'm really behind.

Eh.

So, Homework Train time! I'm not supposed to be on the internet except for school ...

So, naturally, I'm blogging. Of course.

Anyway, I'm not going to be around much for the next week. I'm going to try to keep up with JulNo. I'll hang around Gmail on and off; if you hang around there long enough you'll catch me.

In a generally bad mood since I got home.

Eh.

JulNo Day Nine: Behind D:

I think I woke up behind for the first time this JulNo.

I didn't write yesterday. (I was having too much fun roleplaying because CLAIRE was there!)

Anyway, I'm behind today. So, I have to write. Only I'm babysitting all day. Eh. I'll write tonight.

So i'm going to go. Will probably blog again tonight, after I get some writing done.

Yeahhhh

JulNo day Eight: Broke Even =/

Look, I missed a day again!

I'm ont even gonna pretend that I'm going to update every day. *shrug* 'Least I'm honest?

So, I was behind yesterday. Well, not really behind, but actually like, trying to reach the lowest possible word goal for the day, which was 11k.

Which I should have gotten DAYS ago. =/

Ah well.

Am currently at 11.2k and won't be able to write for a few hours. How horrid.

S'great though. I'm writing a lot of Truths at the moment, also James-Jamie scene. Kinda dropped the pictures. Got boring and I couldn't figure out many other ways to die that would be interesting aside from being sat on by an elephant. Which might actually be fun. I should write that.

My life is boring in that busy way that leaves no time for anything. You know? I'm not like ... super busy ... but I am. Still have homework to finish for the summer. And babysitting happens at the least, three times a week.

Well, wanted to post this blog before I had to go babysit. Nothing really important here, just thought I'd do my JulNo check in. I might post again after I've written for the day. *shrug*

Cheers

JulNo day Six: Avoidance

I'm so bipolar.

I really am.

Earlier today I had decided that I was GOING to get 100k this month, and I would sit down and write as soon as I could, and I wouldn't stop until I passed out. And now I'm staring at my word document wondering what the hell I was thinking.

This has been a daily routine for the last six days.

I'd like to shoot for 100k. But I'm going to just try to keep up with 50k.

I think I've gotten past the hard part where I'm generally unimpressed with my story and the world. It's starting to become its own being and take me for a ride, telling me what's happening. I'm having fun.

But that's just my main story.

I'm also continuing with Truths, because, well. Some characters just don't know how to shut up. I've also got going The Plan, because I forgot about it, and it really is epic. Truths is making me sad right now, but I think I have a Jamie-and-James scene that would be fun to write out. The Plan is going. I'm going to attempt to write Noah answering the door. (Generally annoying little-brother-ish-ness. Check.)

I'm behind on my main story (which I've decided is called Snapshots, cause I needed something to call it.) I've kept up wordcount with the other things I've written, but I'm a picture behind, I think.

Taylor vlogged today. Lauren's turn tomorrow, I believe.

Okay. Enough avoiding. (Ahah, Like Taylor said, only a writer would avoid writing with ...writing.)

Off to write.

Aiming for 15k.

Planning for 11.

Whoo Day Two!

I'm currently at 4,470 words.

This is thrilling.

I'm loving this.

I almost forgot to blog.

I'm going to go see if there is a vlog for today, and if not, then I get to go yell at someone.

Semi-watching Doctor Who.

Sorta writing.

Off to write then.

Welcome to JulNo, procrastinators welcome!

It's July!

And guess what I'm doing.

Procrastinating!

That's right.

It MUST be a WriMo.

I used to have a plan for JulNo; the picture thing. Fifty different 1,000 word drabbles. Cool beans.

And then Claire told me about her JulNo, and that made me have an idea, and I'm probably going to do that now.

Thanks Cee, for once again proving that I lack the ability to stick to a plan.

Okay.

JulNo-ing now. Go!

Nostalgia

I was just walking through the house and - you know how sometimes certain smells make you think of a certain thing? I smelled ... my cousin's house when we were little. I can't really describe it, but I just got a flash of being six years old sleeping over at my aunt's. It smelled like apple juice and play dough and popcorn and Vegi Tales playing in the background, though that's not so much a smell as part of the memory. Smelled like summer. Hmm. Maybe that's just a little kid smell?

I get that quite a bit actually - certain smells suddenly remind me of a certain memory. Even when I'm not certain what exactly it is that I'm remembering. Isn't it weird how your sense of smell is often linked to memories? You wouldn't think it, but it is.

Anyway, leaving in a few minutes for a writer's critique group. Again, slightly intimidated. Just remembered that I hadn't blogged in a few days, and so should really get back into that. Again.

Might add more to this when I get home, but if not, I bid thee farewell.

'Mallow

Story time again!

Sarah wonders what kind of topic she could choose to make a passable blog post today. Sarah remembers fondly her third-person-intro days and decides to reinstate that practice. She isn't quite sure how this blog is gonna turn out to be, but will just go with it.

Sarah has been informed that she is to drop everything and continue the story started at this post: http://larienvalar.blogspot.com/2010/05/storytelling-time-shut-up-sare-im.html
And so she does.

As it turned out, the reason the funny-looking men were arguing because one group of them had declared that the sky was exactly the color of an amethyst, while another group decided that the sky more resembled Violet Beauregard. This was the beginning of the Great War of Colors that lasted many years and ran many potato farmers out of business.

Amid the Great War of Color, no one noticed the small bunch of the funny-looking men that saw the sky as a sapphire. They were mostly written off as crazy, and faded from thought.

The people dreaming this hardly cared what exactly the fight was about, they only wished it to stop disrupting their otherwise peaceful sleep. None of them would stop dreaming though; bad things happened to people when they stopped dreaming.

Currently, one particular person was in a rather intense argument with one of the funny-looking people of her dreams. She crossed her arms, glaring at the leprechaun, and said, "...

Stereotypically me ...

So, I forgot exactly what I was going to say in response to Lauren's rant on society and stereotypes and stupid people, but I've been thinking a lot a out stereotypes and how they affect people, so I'll ramble a bit.

Stereotype is inescapable. No matter what a person does, there is always a stereotype about it. You're a writer? You must sit in Starbucks all day so people can see you writing. You're homeschooled? You must never change out of your pajamas. You're unique? Just like everyone else.

Now, I'm not saying everyone believes these stereotypes. I'm not saying these stereotypes are accurate. I'm just saying that there's always an image and an idea that precedes actually knowing any particular thing.

In my life I do my best to avoid stereotypes, and not let them affect the decisions I make or what I do. But then things like High School Musical happen (see Lauren's entry), and I'm forced to reexamine my reason for not wanting to watch it in the first place. It is partly because of the stereotype of "Teenagers will watch teen-movies." and me generally avoiding that. But it's partly because, it just didn't interest me. I'm not objecting to watching it - I'm not saying I'll never watch it. I just haven't before, and so, can't pass negative judgement. (Sure, I'll give skeptical looks, because, well, it's a teen-movie and therefore, following stereotypes, must be scoffed at.)

And so, in avoiding one stereotype I've sorta fallen into the anti-stereotpye. And THOSE are fun to bash.

Let's use Twilight as an example! (Because, you know when you say the word 'bash' that Twilight will soon follow.) We've got the fans; the hardcore Team Twilight fangirl/boys. And thats fine. Have fun with that, whatever. That's their thing.

(It's a stupid and stereotypically teenaged thing, but I digress.)

On the opposite end of the scale we've got the Anti-Twilight people. I suppose in response to the huge fanbase Twilight has generated, there's an equally large anti-fanbase. These people spend their time bashing and nitpicking and looking for any flaw Twilight has. So much focus and energy is put into hating Twilight that, quite honestly, is a waste to put into something you hate.

So, I guess what I'm saying is that by avoiding one end of the spectrum, you fall into the other. Not always, but for the most part: You. Cannot. Escape. The. Stereotypes.

Blah

So, I was going to update today and sort of reply to Lauren's post yesterday about society and hypocrites and stuff, but I'm writing now, so this post will be rushed and no good, but I want to post now or I will forget and that would suck.

I won't promise to come back and write a better post than this because I never do.

So you get this.

Sorry.

I fail.

Fandoms

I am currently on my fifth cough drop in the last ... half hour? Cough drops are the only thing allowing me to be conscious. I love them.

Aside from that, I have nothing to report.

I am sitting in my room. I ate breakfast. I should do some homework.

I was on youtube and came across some Dr Who vids, which lead to sad Doctor/Rose vids which made me sad. Charlie made a vid about Dr Who! That was very happy-making.

Hahah, an AVPM song just came on in iTunes and made me grin hugely. "I wanna take you up to Winnipeg ... that's in Canada ... you know."

I love my fandoms. xD

Might come back and blog betterly later.

< 3
'Mallowmar

Updates updates

So, I'm going to catch you up with everything that's been going on that I can think of, and then keep you updated, because Glind has agreed to kick me if I don't.

I'm slightly scared by this, but I'm being brave. A Glind is a scary, scary thing.

So ... writing wise ... I have too many things going on. Mid-rewrite on Truths, thats fun. (Not even 'mid.' I haven't worked on that in like a week ... xd) I think I dreamed of that cast last night; I don't really remember.
I've got a plot for a story I sorta started a while ago; picking up on that one now, (Black and White City inspiration.) it's probably called "The World As We Knew It." I'm loving it so far.
I started a story with Taylor - Metallurgy. That's also really fun, but I need to ... start it. I've gotten a couple hundred words. I should continue. I'm horrible. I love how it was pretty much born out of an idle question that just exploded. Things like that tend to happen when you talk to Taylor.
Aside from those actual stories that i actually see going any place, I scribble a ridiculous amount of STUFF that will never go anywhere. Such as crappy fanfic. And half formulated ideas. And music that makes you wanna write.

I've got JulNo inspiration! It's brilliant! We're doing a project where we each find fifty pictures (a picture's worth a thousand words, right?) and write at least a thousand words on it. And to make it more of a surprise, we're finding a different person's pictures, and giving it to them two at a time. So we're pretty much getting two pictures a day and writing whatever they inspire. (While probably holding down some sort of plot.) I'm really enthused about that. Will definitely keep you updated on that.

Talan is on my mind. Uhhuh. Let me explain. ... Well. It's kind of unexplainable unless you're ... us. Meghan is my character. Talbot is Taylor's character. Lauren, for some reason known only to her, has decided that they are now a couple. At least within Complex world. (Complex is something that I shall explain later. Probably.) So they are now a couple. And it's in. My. Head.
Truths (and AtG!) isn't even FINISHED and there's already fanfic and crossovers ... O tempora o mores!

Okay, so I realize that I'm like, "I'm going to catch you up with my life!" and then I talk about writing. Must mean that my life is really boring and all I do is write. I'm trying to think of a way to combat that opinion, but I can't think of anything that proves the point that I actually DO stuff.

Nah, in all seriousness, my life hasn't been uber exciting, aside from my jaunt to PA. That was thrilling. Homework is happening. I'm sick. Uh ... Oh! My mom went to Hawai'i. To visit her friend. And also to get a tattoo. It's really pretty. She got me a ring. More on that later.

That's all.
<3
'Mallowmar

HEY I FORGOT

I said I was gonna update every day, didn't I?

Well, I forgot.

Really

I'm going to blog.

Every day.

Again.

For real.

Day 8 - The Leaving

THIS IS NOT COOL.

See, I'm sitting at the airport - again. And I'm sad, cause I have to leave my stars, my love, my Lauren.

I just saw my nails in the reflection of my screen and smiled. xD Goblin-colored nails = win.

There's a little girl running around dragging a tennis racket, and she's really cute.

But I'm still not happy.

My solution is that Glinda should just move to california. PA is too cold in the winter, therefore, the only solution is for her to move here with me and then we could be happy all the time.

But maybe with less sugar. A lot less.

Glind is scary when she's on a sugar high.

Maybe scarier when she crashes.

It's like HI IM BOUNCY LETS GO DESTROY STU -- *snores* which leaves me going *wiplash*

xD Kidding babes, I love you.

Anyway. I'm downloading some Who to watch on the plane, which will make me happier.

And I'm going to sign off now.

Still sad.

Miss you Glinds.

Day 1, but not really.

I didn't blog yesterday, mostly cause I forgot, but also cause Lauren blogged, and we made like ten vlogs.

Yes. So. I'm here! Half the day I was like, "Wow." I think I kept expecting to walk out the door and still be in California. It's a really weird thing to think that I'm on the east coast. It's also amazing and wonderful and wow. Lauren's room is so PINK. It's scary.

I made her watch Dr. Who! *evil smiley*

We're going to record a video now. Or soon. And my brain is still sluggish, because we didn't sleep until 5:30 this morning, and yeah.

Day 0 - Airports.

;LESHDGA SGJA LSHSHA

Well, now that that's out of my system (mostly) I'll say I"M AT THE AIRPORT AT THIS MOMENT IN TIME!!!

Meaning, I get to wait a little while (not so fun) go on the plane (slightly more fun) and see Lauren (FUNNEST EVER)!!

I've got about an hour wait. But my good friend The Internet is willing to help me out and alleviate some of my boredom.

I should sleep. But I'm probably not going to. There are some WEIRD people coming off this plane ... the one before mine? Woww... Ooh, one guy looks like Sylar. How creepy. Anna does not agree. (I can't believe I took a stalker picture for you, Anna.) It was a crappy picture though, and he really did, I don't care what you say. EWW. I sound like a Sylar fangirl. Lauren! Anna! What have you done? D<

Anyway. I've got about 45 mins until I get to board the plane and put stuff away ... Not so fun.

Oh wow, it just got really quiet. Like. Everyone left and it's quiet. Also creepy. *resists the urge to make loud noises*

Hello flight attendants! You look particularly unhappy! Poor guys. I'd be kinda grumpy if I had to fly all day.

There's an old couple sitting in front of me. They're BOTH hidden behind their newspaper. It's hilarious. All I can see are old-people legs.

Ah. I think I'm done blogging about airports.

Goodbye.

I love you all.

*SQUEE*

Okay. So, let's get set up here; let you know what's going on. (I'm speaking to 'you' as in the blog, since most who read this will know already.)

I"M GOING TO LAUREN'S!@!! For a week. Leaving tomorrow. *SQUEEEEEEE*

So, this last few days has been a lot of shopping (cause I have no clothes) and packing (cause I now have clothes with which to pack) I just finished cleaning my room, which makes my mom happy, while eating chocolate, which made me happy. I am now in bed, just about ready to pass out.

My sister bought me a dress; it's so pretty. :3 I've got comfy shoes, which i've been needing for a while. I think everything I got were things I've been needing. (Having not gone Summer Clothes Shopping in years.) No idea what the weather is actually like over there ... should probably talk to Lauren about that. Again. (She needs to stop answering my questions when I'm half asleep! I really don't remember what she says.)

My sister took me shopping today, which is always fun. (Especially when you count in the two babies and one husband (her's, not mine,) we brought along as well.) Getting out of the house went like this:

Sister: "You need to open the door, I need my purse."
BrotherInLaw:"*sighs* You people."
"'You people?' What, Hawiians?"
"Yes."
"Women?"
"Yes."
"I just want to know who exactly you're discriminating against, here."
"Human kind!"

And later, a conversation between my brother in law and myself talking about me needing an ID to travel.
"You sure they'll let you on the plane with just that ID? Cause, you know, you look like a terrorist."
"Hah, thanks."
"No, I'm not kidding."

Yeah, my family's lovely. Speaking of family! My cousins came over this evening; they'd come by earlier, but I wasn't home and they wanted to see me before I left. So, we had a good time, my aunt freaked me out by telling me about this girl getting assaulted on a plane by the guy she was sitting next to, my face went: ._. and we said I LOVE YOU BYE!

So then I cleaned my room and packed and here I am.

Anyway, I wanted to say that I'm going to blog every day for at least the next week. And I know, I say things like that all the time, but it will actually happen this time because Lauren will LITERALLY kick me and make me do this, if I tell her to. Which I will, so there. You might even get pictures.

And with that, I sign off before I pass out.

First Photo: He can hold your hand, you know ...

This photo wasn't taken today, but I didn't strictly say that it had to.

About the photo: So, we'd brought the baby home, and Evie was sort of, in that two-year-old way, "What is this thing you have brought into my domain?" towards the baby. This was the first time that he really took an interest in the baby. It was really sweet.




I love the marker on Evie's hand. xD It's very toddler-ish, isn't it?

Proposition

So, you know how we said we were gonna update every day and totally stick to this and be committed?

Failure.

At least on my part.

And the part of like, everyone else who started this with me.

Anyway, I'ma fix that. I propose a new project, at least for myself.

So, because I need to get back into photography again, I am going to blog every day, and post a picture that was taken that day. As soon as I figure out how to upload pictures from the good camera ...

(This is a lovely time to start a new project, as we're moving and all ...)

Also, I'll probably talk about Screnzy, as that is happening this month.

So, to fill in since last time. (I think last time was my angsty post? Haha.) My sister had her baby. I now have nephews (plural!) He's adorable. :3 Ilam Kila Lima Horton is his name. Other new stuff ... I've moved (i'm moving) into a house with said nephews, and sister and brother-in-law. So, eight people in one house = fun! xd

OH! Let's talk about Dr. Who!

New episode. Wow. I was unsure about Matt Smith playing The Doctor. Seeing pictures and interviews and stuff before, he didn't feel very Doctor-ish. But about ten minutes into the episode, (In fact, I think it was exactly at the line where he said, "Box falls out of sky, man falls out of box, man eats fish custard, and look at you!") I was like, alright. I can believe this is The Doctor. And the end of the episode - I loved it.

I don't know. I'm not going to give a good critique; I'm still too fangirly. I don't care. I'll let myself be happy with it.

So, okay. This post is my first, and I am going to keep this up, and pictures will happen tomorrow. Probably.

Until then, as it's Sunday, let's look at some PostSecrets!


Ahaha, I know right? Easter bunnies creep me out.


Poor babies.



This one makes me happy. I think.

That's all. I'll see you all tomorrow.

Angst Angst Angst

Rant Alert! To skip, scroll down to the divider.

So, my sister is a Special Needs child - I don't know what it is exactly, but she's just ... difficult sometimes. And I, being the Little Sister and not The Parents, get the brunt of that.

Like today. I moved something in our room while cleaning, which was apparently a huge problem. (Never mind her general bad-moodness this evening.) So, while finishing cleaning, I got a rant-and-a-half about that. I'm pretty used to tuning her out, cause she can go on and on, and, well, no one likes to be talked down to for hours on end. (She doesn't really get that she's being hurtful. She's just in a bad mood and liable to complain - incessantly - about the littlest thing.) It still grated on my nerves.

So, she was going on about this to our dad, who was vaguely telling her she's being silly. Fed up, and affected by her bad mood, I finally snapped, "It's not a problem!" And my dad hushed me.

He bloody HUSHED me. As if I had done something wrong.

The first time ALL that evening I defended myself, he brushes it off. Gives me a look for picking arguments.

I wanted to scream. But I pushed past him and went into my room. Of course he followed me and I got a lecture about showing him respect and how I was being very rude.

What. The. Hell.

You know what's a little bit pathetic? When I get really angry - I cry. And when I cry I get all red and splotchy and not pretty at all. Like, you see those girls in movies and they have those perfect tears falling down their cheeks - hah! Lies. No one really cries like that. Especially not me.

So he leaves, and I cool down. Sorta. (It really pisses me off how she can get away with anything, while I'm on such a tight leash - it makes me want to scream.) I'm holed up in my room with as much privacy as I can get (which isn't much as me and The Sister share a room, and she's walking in and out.) Dad comes in, says "I love you" and I say, "I love you too, but I'm still really mad." And he looked confused. (I laughed. Out loud. He looked more confused.) So, naturally, he asks what I'm mad at. And then I rant at him, which I didn't want to do with The Sister in the room, because I'm too bloody nice. (I swear to god, the only reason I didn't go on for ten minutes was that she was standing in the room awkwardly.)

And when he left she threw a box of kleenex at me, (which i caught like the true ninja that I am,) and we're okay.


___

Ah, done ranting. Sorry. Just kind of had to get that off my chest, and I didn't want to rant at poor Anna. Welcome back to the world of blogging! Haha. That was my angst for the week.

So yeah. I've been gone for a couple weeks, yeah? So, what's new.

...
...

Something must be new. I'm fairly interesting, right?

o.O

I'm spending all week at The Nephew's. My sister is ready to have her baby any day now, so it's hard for her to take care of the two-year-old alone while my brother-in-law is at work, so I go over and help out. It's really fun.

It also presents a challenge in the 'keep up with homework' department. Right. Homework. Lets not talk about that.

Anyway, I don't have much else to say.

Welcome back me!

Excuses

So, I've skipped two blogs.

Sorry.

Only not really. See, I'm sick. So I don't really feel like blogging cause it would mostly consist of me going "Blarg, leamme alone I wanna sleep! D<" and no one wants to read that for three days straight. So, to catch up on the last two days, they went like this: Wake up, go in living room with computer, read/write/watch Dr. who/chat, fall asleep, be woken up by phone, kill phone, go back to sleep, wake up again, eat dinner, go to bed, and repeat.

Yup.

*Bounces*

So, did everyone read that Gob post the other day, when our Goblin was hyper and bouncy, and couldn't turn off the CAPS LOCK button?

Yeah, that's how I am right now!

Except it kinda sucks cause I'm tired and probably have to get up early tomorrow, and I might be getting sick again cause my sister is. So I want to sleep. But I'm bouncy. I'm sure listening to bouncy loud music doesn't help. At all.

Agh. What do I have to say!

Oh! I got new sunglasses today! I used to have really cool ninja sunglasses. But then I forgot them in my friend's purse, and then said friend moved to Oregon. So I was like, whatever, you can have them, no big deal. Only then I didn't have sunglasses for a long time, especially when I was in Hawai'i and actually needed them. So I finally got some today, and it made me so happy! They're not as comfortable as the other glasses, but that's probably just cause they're new and I'm not used to them. Trying on glasses was so fun! There were some that were HUGE, like, not those joke glasses that are huge, they were actual glasses. They were just really big. Maybe I am just small? Either way they covered like half my face and I was like o.O only you couldn't see, cause half my face, particularly my eyes, were covered by sunglasses.

So, that was at Sears. And then we went to Trader Joes, which, in case you don't know, is like a health food store, only its more of a normal grocery store. Only it was still a health food store. I love that place. There are all kinds of good things there. I got hummus and these really awesome blue corn chips that taste really good. It is so yummy. The Nephew likes that store cause they have balloons for him. Though he refuses to let anyone tie it to anything so i'm always afraid its gonna blow away and he's not gonna have a balloon any more. It would be sad.

Anyway, this is what Sarah does when she doesn't want to actually think about her post - ramble about her day. And this is a day she actually did something, so she can get away with it! How happy-making!

'Mallow

Makeup and junk food

Fun fact: I don't like makeup. Especially on my eyes. It's heavy and sticky and THERE. No matter how light the makeup is, it's just ... makeup. After a few hours it's all smudgy and then I have black smears under my eyes and it looks like I'm a wannabe goth chick. I LOVE makeup when it looks good. And I love how I feel like I look good when I wear makeup. But for me it only looks good for a little while and then you have to wear smudgy black on your eyes and then you have to wash your face like hell to get it off.

Anyway, I ranted about that cause I just spent like fifteen minutes trying to get all the mascara off. D < If I actually went to school, or someplace where I'd have to look good every day I'd probably just wear the makeup and not bitch, but I don't, so I do.

I have so much wonderful junk food. We got ice cream and ice cream bars, Reeces, Oreos, and ... I think that's it. That is MORE than enough. I ate ice cream. I think I'ma attack the Reeces and leave the Oreos for later.

So with that, I sign off.

'Mallowmar

Fanfilms and Shoebox

Okay, so I found the coolest thing! (Thanks Lauren!) There's this movie! And it's a fanfilm. And it's Lord of the Rings. And it's ARAGORN!

I'm very happy about this. It's called Born of Hope, and it looks amazing. I wanna watch it. She's making me wait. Sad.

Apparently someone used 50,000 pounds (no idea how many dollars that converts to) to make this hour-long fanfilm about Aragorn's parent's generation n'stuff.

ALSO. Again, thanks to Lauren, I've picked up Shoebox. Again. She was like YOU SHOULD READ SHOEBOX and I was like YOU"RE RIGHT I SHOULD and I did. I'm laughing so much, I love it. Shoebox is amazing. I've read it almost all the way through, only I don't remember a lot of it, so I'm pretty much rereading it again.

See how much of a dork I am? I just spent my blog spazzing about a LoTR fanfilm and HP fanfiction. It amazes me.

My life is complete!

I HAVE BEAUTIFUL EARRINGS FROM LAUREN I LOVE THEM SO MUCH!

8D

I also found some really ninja Harry Potter font. < 3

So yes. All together, my life is now complete.

But they're so beautiful. All swirly and dangley. They're sparkly and beautiful and from GREECE. I love owning something from Greece. It makes me happy. If she were closer I'd give her a huge hug.

Um. I'm too tired to be coherent. Here's a picture!

See! Aren't they beautiful? She made me open the box on Skype. I was like hurryupandgetonIwannaopenit! She's wonderful. She wrote me a letter in a sparkly pen. There were shoebox references and EVERYTHING! And a STICKY NOTE! 8D

Well, that's all I really have to say. It was kinda interesting, right?

I'm horrible.

See. I've missed two posts now.

See how honest I am?

xd

Anyway, yeah, I didn't blog last night. And I could've. Grr.

The Adorable Nephew.

So, I need to write a blog quickly while The Adorable Nephew is distracted.

I'm at my sister's. She's all pregnant-like, and I'm just hangin around and helpin out. (Hah, its so fun to leave the 'g's off the end of words. Makes me feel cool.) I had pad thai for lunch. It was yummy. The Nehpew and I played outside. That was fun. I've rediscovered my love for crayons and play-dough, and have decided that I want to be a toddler. I'm getting over a cold and still have a stuffy head, but two-year-olds don't care. They have just as much energy as ever. Probably more. We went shopping, and I was hanging out outside the store, cause he doesn't like going into stores and staring at clothes. I swear, the whole time he was running. Full speed. He wouldn't. stop. I nearly passed out. It was really cute. He got stickers, and thanked the lady at the register, which sounded more like, "Chan-choo laydee." It makes my heart melt.

(As a side note: 20th post!!!)

I think we're a little bored.

So, it's occurred to me that my last few posts have sucked. Lauren agreed. (Thank you muchly.) She thinks its cause the novelty of this is wearing off - seventeen days and we're getting a bit tired of saying something every day.

Because I'm really not that interesting. I wake up. Sometimes I chase a two-year-old around. I do homework. I eat dinner, and I go back to sleep.

So my solution - we are going to play a game!

Now, I have to figure out a game. We could do faves/unfaves, if we wanna copy Anna.

OR WE COULD PLAY THE GOOGLE-VERB-MEME GAME THING!

I like that plan, lets do that. Okay, so:

Sarah needs: What Sarah needs is a date. (Huh.)

Sarah looks like: "Sarah looks like she is about to cry." (Awweh!)

Sarah says: Sarah says ... Sarah Brown: "The only people for me are the mad ones. The ones who are mad to live, mad to talk, mad to be saved, desirous of everything ..." (The best result I could find. Interesting.) ((Or maybe I say Lauren needs attention? O.o))

Sarah wants: "Sarah Palin wants to friend you." (... ntyt.)

Sarah does: "Sarah does not eat humans." (I should hope not! I do, however, eat marshmallows. D:)

Sarah hates: "Sarah hates your movie." (I don't really. They're lying. It's a lie. I love your movie.)

Sarah asks: "SARAH ASKS THE BIG QUESTIONS" (YES I DO MY QUESTIONS ARE THE BIGEGST EVER I WIN!)

Sarah likes: "Sarah likes to pet cute creatures, even if they are just pictures ..." (I am an odd person, what can I say? The pictures look so fuzzy and cute! xP)

Sarah eats: "Sarah eats infants!" (... LIES! Scandalous, contradicting, lies!)

Sarah wears: "Sarah wears sunglasses at night." (But! Then I couldn't see. Well. If the great Google god has declared it, it must be true.)

Sarah was arrested for: "Sarah was arrested for not going out enough with her friends and working too hard." (Hah ... hahaha! xD No comment.)

Sarah loves: "Sarah loves Josh." (Aww! I had a crush on a guy named Josh in elementary school.)

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I should blog.

Right.

Blogging.

Green: fail

Okay, so I've been promising a good post for a few days now. Sorry. I'll do that today. (No I won't.)

So ... I kind of don't feel like putting up the effort. We get to talk about my punishment.

I bought hair dye today. It was green. It doesn't show up on my hair very well. It kinda tints it a green-ish color. We're gonna get this gel stuff. Maybe that'll show. Um. The lady at the shop thought I was crazy when I tried to explain WHY exactly I needed a non-permant hair dye, preferably in the neon variety of color. Or maybe I just amused her. I'unno.

"So ... why exactly is this for?"

"Um," I really wanted to just say its a dare, and leave it at that, but that would be a lie. And lying is bad. So. Long explination. Sorta. "My friends and I have this blog thing, that we're supposed to do every day. And I didn't. So, I have to do this."

"Uh-huh." She said uncomprehendingly, and proceeded to explain which dye we probably wanted.

I picked the bright green, because it looked the most likely to show up on my hair. At the cash register, the girl asked again, "So, explain again why you're dying your hair green?"

I took a breath. "My friends and I had this challenge to each other. Blog every day. I missed a day. So now I have to do something stupid and put it on youtube. They chose dying my hair some funny color." I shrugged as she laughed.

And so I think she was amused by me. I feel very interesting. LIke, do you ever wonder what your'e like to other people? To her, I was some random kid dying her hair green because her friends told her she had to. I'm sure I was the most odd costumer of the day.

Anyway. That is how my punishment is coming. Once I find a dye that works, I will show you what I look like with neon hair.

Cousins. Fun!

My cousins are here.

I might not have another chance to blog.

SO I do it now.

THis is what you get.

Again, I may come back to make a better post.

But probably not.

Shuddup and lemme read! >(

Sarah has this odd habit when she cleans her room - she ALWAYS finds a hat that had been buried for a while. And when she finds this had she is insanely happy. (Sarah only has a handful of hats in the first place.) So, as soon as she and the hat are reunited, she puts it on her head and then wears it for the rest of the time she is cleaning the room. She always gets funny looks, like "Why are you wearing a snow hat in the middle of summer?" but the looks eventually became less and less.

So, with her new favorite hat on, Sarah types:

I'm reading I Dare You.

I have nothing to blog about.

Well I do.

I might later.

But I wanna read.

And not get in trouble again for not blogging.

So.

With that said, I MIGHT come back and write more later.

Or just do it tomorrow.

Yeah.

First Vlog-blog

So, we have this deal, apparently that if you make a video blog, on our channel, then it excuses your blog for the day.

That is mine.

*takes free pass*

Nom nom nom

Sarah sits down and prepares to blog, feeling a little guilty for forgetting last night. Ah well. . No use crying over spilt milk. (Which leads her to think of that little kids book, "If you give a mouse a cookie.") She loved that book muchly.

Anyway, she thinks. Blog now:

I had a really good lunch today. (The ONLY meal I've had today, come to think about it. Oops.)

So, anyway, across the huge street we live just off of, there's cute little old town called "Old Fair Oaks". (Fair Oaks being the general city.) It's really cute, and sorta hidden, just off the huge busy road. So it's one of those old-fashioned towns with little antique shops and ... uh ... things like that. (I want to compare it to Old Sac, but none of you having been to Sac, or the old version of it, wouldn't really get that.) So, tucked away in there is this little food place. It's this little box of a building with a bright yellow sun painted on it. You walk up to the window and order, and then sit down on rough wooden picnic-bench tables and wait for your food while the resident chickens peck at your toes. (Annoying little birds. I threw water at them.) They serve these veggie-burger things and they're so freakin good. Y'know, if you're a good little health nut like me.

And that's pretty much it. It's this little fast - healthy - food place, and I love it.

Which makes me wonder - why do fast food chains have to be so crap? Like, I don't feel good after I eat fast food. Sure, it tastes good, but I feel like I've eaten a heaping pile of grease. That's no fun. So, if this little place can make some kickass food in the same amount of time it takes McDonalds to make a burger - why the hell isn't it done?

Ugh. Anyway, that's my rant today.

My punishment is still to be determined. I think it involves dying my hair colors of the neon variety.

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Claire, we love you, we're thinking of you, and I'm praying for you.

... /bighugs

Crap.

I didn't blog yesterday.

Oops?

I was reminded too.

Crap.

I get punished now?

Haha, can you say FAIL. It was "WOW TEN POSTS IN A ROW I"M SO GREAT" and then NOTHING. xd

Celebratory day!

Sarah likes soup. Muchly. She was a good girl and ate soup before eating the snickers bar sitting on the table looking at her. She should not eat it. But. She wants coffee. And chocolate.

She decides she will get these things after she blogs.

HEY WOW TEN POSTS IN A ROW! I should get a metal. I'm amazing. Never mind that half of those posts were complete crap. TEN!

*Happy Dance*

Ahem.

So. I think this post is purely celebratory. Because I deserve it and I have nothing else to talk about at the moment.

So, what else can I celebrate?

I can celebrate chocolate. I love it more than I should.

I can celebrate ... music. I love that too.

I can ... stop this crappy blog post.

I'm too lazy to make a good one.

So you get this.

___

Snickers: But where does the hunger GO?!

... That commercial made me laugh.

Death by health, and hell-clouds.

Sarah flops onto her bed and pulls the laptop toward her. (She just retyped 'laptop' about ten times. "lao- no, laptpo- no, argh. Latpo -- No! D< )"

Her limbs feel as if they have been replaced with Jell-O. That vague tingly-wiggly feeling that means she will be in pain tomorrow. Swimming pools, she decided, were the new best thing ever invented.

And with that thought, she set off typing:

So, my mom's decided we are going to be healthy people and go the gym and exercise and stuff. Which is cool. Just not at six AM. Finally she went at a sane time, and managed to drag me along. (She might've gotten a promise outta me to actually make an effort to go to the gym n'stff.) So, the few hours at the gym went quite like this:

"You're trying to kill me." I told my mom, breathing heavily, sitting on one of those bike things. Those are stupid cause you sit there and pedal the hell out of the thing, and do you move? Not one inch. I glared at her without much feeling. It probably looked more like a petulant pout. Urgh.

She smiled and said, "Quite the opposite, lovie, I'm making you have a long and healthy life."

"Hah!" I scoffed. "I know your plot. Death. Death by ... health." (What were those stupid bike things called, anyway?)

She laughed.

Holding my head up imperiously, I turned away trying not to collapse from my jelly-legs. "I am going to the pool." I totally wasn't smiling.

Yes. Altogether it was a fun day, and I didn't mind the exercise. The pool is great. It's large and good for laps. And then they have this room. I swear, the room - it's like, you walk in and it's like you've stepped into a cloud.

In hell.

It's freakin' HOT. And like, full of steam. Everything's WHITE like, you could see six inches in front of you maybe. It was so cool. I felt like a steamed vegetable. It was great.

So, altogether, not a day wasted.

Yes. That was my daily ramble.

So, regarding Truths, I had a brainwave last night, just as I was falling asleep. And then I woke up and didn't remember. And then I found a text from myself. I'm so brilliant.

So now I need to write it. =/ Work it out all the way. At least my plots moving again!

___

I think I have a problem, I think I think too much.

... Maria Mena, you have a way with words. xD /loves music right now

Head in the clouds.

Sarah is only writing a short blog post today, because she has a headache.

The kind of headache that makes you go "Ouch." and any light or motion makes your head explode. Not very pleasant. (So, staring at a computer screen is a brilliant idea, Sarah.)

She believes the headache is caused from her head trying to disengage itself from the rest of her body. Like it's floating away. Because when she squeezes her head, it feels better. (Her theory: This is because its holding her head to the rest of her body.) She believes this gives a whole new meaning to the term "head in the clouds."

Of course, lying down and closing her eyes helps also.

But that's no fun.

So, Sarah's head is going to go float away, and she is going to end this blog post.

___

~ Mallowmar

No words of wisdom. Sorry.

Sarah's bedroom is dark. Not dark in the normal way, but dark like you're twelve-hundred-feet-down-in-a-cave kinda way. Or maybe that's just because she's staring at the screen of a computer, and therefore anything any less bright than that is pitch black.

Yes, lets go with the second one. (Considering there is a streetlight directly outside Sarah's window, that would be the smart choice.)

The point being, that it was dark. This was a problem. Sarah had no way to remedy the situation, as the small lamp that had previously solved said problem, died about three months back. So, every night she stumbles through her bedroom, kicks her toe on the corner of the bookshelf, and throws herself in the general direction of her bed, hoping she lands on it. She does this because she is a generally nice person and tries not to wake The Sister up when she comes into the room at two in the morning. (She wishes The Sister were so considerate when she gets up at ungodly hours of the morning.)

So, as such, situated on her bed in the almost-scary darkness of her bedroom, Sarah types:

I'm gonna ramble for a while; feel free to skip: My hair was curly today! (Yesterday as well.) I love curly hair. That's one of the reasons I loved my hair being long. It was so curly and wonderful! :3

Um. To explain this, my hair kind of has a life of it's own, and I just try to go with it and not anger it. It was very straight, until I was about 13 years old. And then it decided it was actually going to be curly, so just started growing curly. At one point I had curly hair until about my shoulders, and then straight from there to the bottom, which was about my lower back. Yeah, it looked kinda funny. So I cut it. And then it grew out again and it was always curly and long and good. And then I decided to cut it short (which I was scared to do, cause curly/frizzy hair doesn't do so well at chin length, right?)

And lo and behold, my hair decides that when it's short it'll go *vaguely flippy* and that's it.

Wtf.

I mean, I like it this style, but where'd my curls go?!

So, on those days when my curls decide to show up, (usually after having slept on wet hair), my hair looks kinda shaggy because the curls are really only halfhearted. And I am sad, because I really liked my curly hair. So, when I finally have enough patience to let my hair grow out again, I will be very happy.

Uh. I'm done rambling. I guess you get a history of my hair. Because you really care, I'm sure. =P (In my defense, I needed something to ramble about quick, and that was the first thing that came to mind. Don't mock me! xP)

So - as Taylor and Claire and Sean know - I've got photoshop now! :3 (Sean's awesomesauce!)

This makes me ridiculously happy, and I want to go play with it. I need to make a good book cover - Yes! Everything does come back to Truths, didn't you know?

So first I need to actually learn how to use it.

Huh.

Anyway, I've typed myself out. And this blog was mostly nothing. I love how everyone else's blogs like, have a point, and I'm like, HEY MY HAIR WAS PRETTY TODAY AND I HAVE PS MY LIFE IS COMPLETE! /spazz

So yes. Perhaps tomorrow I will have words of wisdom, but for now ... I do not.

___

It doesn't matter which you heard ... the holy or the broken hallelujah ...

... /obsessing again

"I'd just be the catcher in the rye."

Sarah debates getting dinner, or blogging. She decides she is not hungry enough to put off blogging and so sits down on the bed and pulls up the blogger page. As she settles down, she decides that she really really likes pillows. They're a rather wonderful invention.

But not brick walls. Those are cold. She glares at the wall that had touched her shoulder. It stares blankly back.

Sarah huffs and turns back to her computer, steadily ignoring the wall to her right, she types:

So, earlier today I got a text from Taylor that read "JD SALINGER DIED" along with many sad faces. Having been oblivious to that fact until that moment, it made me horribly sad for the rest of the day.

It did, however, make me feel a little better to watch John's video for JD Salinger. It was amazingful and made me smile. "It wasn't crazy. And that's what you were for millions of us."

I spent the next hour looking up bits from Catcher in the Rye. (Which I've done before - I'm weird, in that I'll randomly look up quotes from random things. Yeah.) And decided that I really really needed to pick this book up. It's been on my 'to read' list for a long time, and it's a shame that I haven't gotten to it yet. Even just reading the small snippets that I have, I love it. I'm sure Taylor, being the wonderful nerd that she is, will lecture me on needing to read it. And maybe send me her copy. ;D

It's still amazing to me how much better you can feel after just zoning out and writing for a while. Or not even writing - I spent about an hour mostly working out details for Truths, (such as the MC's name. Yeah, kinda important.) and I just felt a lot better. Maybe it was getting that scene that's been bugging me for days out on paper. Or maybe I just miss the story and the characters.

I kind of miss the intensity of NaNo - how it made you simply write and not worry about plot problems or shallow characters. Maybe I just miss the easiness of it. Because now I AM worrying about shallow characters and plot (or lack thereof) problems. Whatever. Write through it, yeah? /headwalls

Don't have much else to report.

___

"You'll learn from them - if you want to. Just as someday, if you have something to offer, someone will learn something from you. It's a beautiful reciprocal arrangement. And it isn't education. It's history. It's poetry."

... Rest in peace.

~'Mallow

Nothing and Nostalgia.

Sarah starts writing the blog, if only for the sake of consistency.

Sarah does not feel like blogging today.

Perhaps once she starts writing she will find something to rant or ramble about.

So. Like. I didn't do anything today. Well, I did, cause I woke up at a relatively early time and was drug about on errands and read a lot (Time Traveler's Wife is AMAZING) while we waited for the car to be smogged. And then we went home, and then my sister and my nephew came over and then they went home and then I did nothing again.

So, my point being, I did nothing productive today.

And, because of that, I have nothing to say.

So.

Uh. I need to talk about /something/ or this will be a horrible post.

*An hour later:*

Okay, so I abandoned the blog for a while, talked to friends, and ate food. I feel better.

Still don't have much to talk about. So, lets talk about my favorite book when I was little.

It MUST have been "Green Eggs and Ham". I swear I read it a hundred times. And then memorized it. And then read it again. Anything Dr. Seuss was great. (That was Dr. Seuss, right? Or I'm gonna sound stupid. Huh.) I hardly remember most of those books now. Darn it.

I need to go dig them up. I'm sure they're in the garage somewhere. I had a TON of Dr. Seuss. He's some cool beans. Everest must be exposed to Dr. Seuss. (Everest being the nephew, not the mountain.)

I think just about every child had at least one Dr. Seuss book. Gah, nostalgia.

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"It's like forgetting the words to your favorite song. You just can't believe it - you were always singin' along."

... /freakin' loves Regina Spektor

~'Mallow

Muse Validation: A Nerdrant

Sarah balls up the Reeces wrapper into a small pellet of foil and flings it toward the empty cup. It misses, which is a little sad considering the cup is about a foot away from her. She is glad that there is no one else in the room to see that. She frowns and then decides to stop eating chocolate and write the blog.

Vaguely wondering the origin of the word 'blog', Sarah sets about writing:

So, my major accomplishment of the day was a unit of History. Absolutely thrilling.

I think we're going to talk about Scalar Waves today. It's a pseudoscientific branch of theoretical science. Basically, it's not a big part of mainstream science because it's very different and breaks all the rules.

Scalar Waves - they're these energy waves that are completely unique. Their wave format is different than any other electromagnetic wave, though it moves very similarly. (I could be all technical, but won't.) Because of that, the waves can pass through most matter with ease. (Glass, I think, being something it resonates off of, where it passes through anything else.)

So, to make a scalar wave transmitter - here's where it becomes interesting. See, you need to create a powerful negative/positive pull between two magnetic fields, in order to create scalar voids. Again, boiling down to necessities: It comes to a counter-wound two antennae deal. Basically, it's very like the structure of DNA.

Scalar energy - also called zero point energy - is the all-pervading energy that fills everything. (Take into consideration that energy is never completely gone, and can never completely be eliminated; only changing into another form.) No one is completely sure where scalar energy originates from. It's just, everywhere. All the time.

So, we've got this energy, coming from who-knows-where, and it reacts with the structure of our DNA.

Hence, my muse was validated. If I ever felt the need to be technical in Truths, that would be the basic explanation. (Of course, taking a bit of artistic license.)

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Blog: A contraction of the term "web log."

... wtf, that's boring. /expected better

~Mallow

I hate cold weather. And text books.

After fighting with the locks on the doors, Sarah finally makes it into the house and, shivering, runs to the kitchen to boil some water. Hunting down some dry socks, Sarah ignores those voices in her head (sounding suspiciously like Lauren and Taylor) telling her that it's only a California winter, and she's being a wuss. Sarah knows she is a baby about cold weather, and doesn't need to be reminded, thankyouverymuch. As she turns the computer on, she laments the loss of a perfectly good day of nothing-ness. (In case you couldn't tell by now, Sarah would prefer to stay in bed all day. Every day.) But her nephew had decided that morning that he really really missed her, and she couldn't say no when her sister asked if she wanted to come over. She spent that afternoon eating pudding with a toddler spoon and playing with play-dough. She rather enjoyed it.

Taking a sip of her newly made coffee, Sarah types:

Can I rant about cold weather? Can I please?

Okay. I do not do cold weather. Like, my toes are constantly frozen and I'm just cold and miserable. (Give me snow though and I'll be like "SNOW! LOOKIT! SNOW! 8D *runs around like a dork*") Stupid rain. I love it, but after a week of rainy weather, I'm tired of it. It just gets everything wet and then you have wet socks and your toes are even MORE colder. And not even coffee helps.

/endrant

So, I have to do History tonight. I really want to start my Lit class. (The school really needs to get it together! C'mon!) It looks really good! And they make you read good books and it looks like it actually requires some iota of brain power! /dances spaztically

History is actually really good. It's fairly interesting, the way it's written, and they have a lot of supplementary material available. They give you a lot of links to a lot of resources and tell you to go do your own research. I like it so much better than text books.

There is no real theme to this entry, I don't think. I didn't get to take any photos today. But it's okay because I spent the day with the baby. :3

Truths (being my NaNo novel) is moving along again. I'm less angry at it.

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My piano smells like dark polished wood.

... we really need to get those strings put in. /pianofail

~'Mallow

"NaNoWriMo" and "coherent" do not belong in the same sentence.

Sarah pulls up the blogger page in hope of putting off rewriting that scene. It doesn't work so well, as her mind still dwells on the story, but she really doesn't like the scene she's on, and is therefore angry at the book, and refuses to look at the document. Taylor is being a wonderful distraction, in the form of Penta, (See Cee's latest post for info on Penta; I will refrain from ranting about it now for fear of sounding like a copycat.) but, alas, that has run out and left Sarah to face her wreck of a NaNo.

Sarah feels she should set the scene.

Music: Diary of Jane (for about the hundredth time today)

Setting: On bed, surrounded by a buncha pillows and blankets, having decided that getting out of bed and looking presentable was not worth it today.

Mental state: debatable. Mostly bored, but also frustrated.

Sarah supposes she can't put off blogging any longer, and therefore types:

So, I was going to explain NaNoWriMo today. Not that I really expect anyone but a select few to read this. And those few will - undoubtedly - know what NaNo is. But, I'll probably be ranting about it - or the byproduct of it - a lot in the near future, so I'd feel better knowing that I had explained myself.

NaNoWriMo (or National Novel Writing Month) is a worldwide event (don't let the "National" part confuse you! It just sounded better than International. InNaNoWriMo. No.) where that special brand of writer decides he or she is going to attempt to write 50,000 words in a month. (November, in case you were wondering.)

So, thousands of writers, probably not completely sane; a creative explosion of words and frenzied bursts of intuition, ignored plot holes, frantic dialogue, and too much coffee.

Thank goodness for internet. All of that awesome concentrated in one place would probably blow a hole in the earth.

I really love NaNo. It was my first time, this November, and it was just amazing. ('Course, it wouldn't have been half as amazing without the friends I made along the way - I love them. :3) It was, honestly, one of the best things I've ever done. It's not so much about the writing - even though it is. (Wonderful logic, Sarah.) But you're not looking to come out of there with a good novel. The whole thing - for me, at least - was about being able to let yourself go and just. write. It might be horrible. I might go back and say "Oh, did I really write that?" with a grimace, but the thing is - it's written. That is 50,000 words of a story that was not there before. And now I've got it to polish up and make ... coherent.

Of course, that whole polishing and rewriting and revising thing is a whole other battle. But that's for another day.

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I really wanna pull out the good camera and do some photography. Probably will tomorrow. It's all rainy. Might be some good photos.

/really misses photoshop

~'Mallow

I think I've been here before ...