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!

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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.

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~ 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.

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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.

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"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 ...