SAVE THE TURKEEEYYYYSS! November 26, 2008

And you all thought I wasn’t gonna do a Thanksgiving post!!!

The day before is better than never, dear readers!

And, as is evident by the title of this post, my blog, and by my vegetarianism, what do I want you not to eat tomorrow…?

TURKEYS! Good for you all, you got it right!

And not only do I not want you to eat turkeys, but I want you to avoid ALL meat, even the gravy unless its vegetarian friendly because real gravy is made with animal fat and whatnot!!

Now, I’m well aware none of you will actually go veg for the holidays, but I had to try. Also, DO NOT tell me what you had on Thanksgiving unless it will not upset me!!!

I suggest having a nice meal including…

1) Cranberries

2) TONS of mashed potatoes

3) Sweet potato cassarole

4) Rolls/some kind of bread

5) Vegetarian-safe gravy

6) Pumpkin and apple pies

7) Salad

8) Tofurky – a vegetarian tofu-made fake turkey that I hear is SCRUMPTIOUS

9) Fruit salad

10) A lovely dose of NO SCHOOL! =D

11) Anything else that is vegetarian friendly

OK, so, I know this wasn’t a long or ranting post like you all would have loved (haha), but I’m only on for a short amount of time sooooo…

Have a wonderful holiday and SAVE THE TURKEEEYYYYSS!

^_^

~Airolyn

Eevolutions/Welcome to the Nerd Corner November 21, 2008

So…

xD

Japanese class has basically so far consisted of quizzes at the beginning of class on things we were never taught/are going to be taught that class, no teaching, boredom, drawing, writing notes between myself and the 2 other students in my classroom, and, as of last class and today’s class, creating new type evolutions for Eevee.

Yes, I said Eevee, as in the little cat/fox Pokemon thing.

Yea, I know what you’re all thinking, but I promise: it’s not as bad as you think! See, I stopped playing the games after Ruby and Sapphire, never liked or watched the show, and started despising the lack of creativity that came with this new s****y age of Pokemon ( I mean, PLEASE! Chimchar??? I heard that and knew no more). I no longer pay attention to it (not like I ever did, but I knew more than some simply because I became really good at the games for Gameboy handhelds and whatnot after having to help my siblings beat theirs. See, they always loved it, and when they couldn’t do something then they came to me so I eventually started learning names and types and whatnot…but the jist is that I don’t like or follow Pokemon anymore.)

Now don’t you all go going, “Tee-hee, she’s a Pokemon nerd!!!” because I’m sure you all are closet Pokemon lovers, too, so meh!

Anyway, Sebastian (my senior buddy in the class) and I decided to create new evolutions (or “eevolutions” as he informed me the Pokemon nerds call them). These are evolved forms for Eevee. Eevee was an easy and obvious choice because it already evolves into one of many types, so we just continued the pattern.

First up are the actually Eevee states with their types…

1) Normal: Eevee

2) Fire: Flareon

3) Water: Vaporeon

4) Electric: Jolteon

5) Dark: Umbreon

6) Psychic: Espeon

7) Grass: Leafeon

8) Ice: Glaceon

Now for our new ones… (keep in mind these were supposed to be awful…!!)

1) Bug: Spidreon

2) Ghost: Phanteon

3) Rock: Mounteon

4) Poison: Poiseon

5) Iron: Ireon

6) Flying: Aireon

7) Ground: Gravleon

And here are our new duel-types…

1) Fire/electric: Plugeon

2) Fire/rock: Magmeon

3) Ice/rock: Frozeon

4) Dark/ghost: Vanisheon

5) Dark/electric: Neoneon

6) Fire/flying: Phoenixeon

7) Ice/flying: Haileon

8) Water/dark: Deepeon

9) Water/ground: Mudeon

10) Dark/bug: Widoweon

11) Dark/rock: Caveon

12) Dark/flying: Nocteon

13) Electric/ground: Conducteon

Haha….

So there you have it! There were probably more but I’ve misplaced the sheet where I wrote them all down, so just be looking for updates!!!

♥ Air

Inside Joke Explanations November 16, 2008

The title says what the post is about, so let’s get on with it!

1) “Duck hunting” is from a book that Kristin and I both read called Dangerous Angles. In this book a “duck” is your perfect match, I think… It’s either that or a perfect match/soul mate for a gay person, because in the book a guy named Dirk (he’s gay) wants his perfect person and so his best friend Weetzie finds a genie and wishes that Dirk would find his duck, and, sure enough, a guy named Duck (oddly enough – his NAME wasn’t supposed to be that but the genie took it literally and in the correct way) comes and is in love immediately with Dirk, so all’s well (it was an odd book that’s waaaayy too hard to explain in a way that would make sense without taking a whole post on that in itself which I am not willing to do).

In short, “Duck hunting” simply means boy hunting! ^_^

2) Number 5 on the joke list was made on the way to a crew regatta. We were traveling to the site on one of those big buses that you take to go somewhere far away (like to this race which was 4 ours away), and I was behind EJ and Mackenzie. EJ said something about if she doesn’t make some singing thing next year (I forget exactly what) then she won’t take chorus next year, and because it was around 3AM on a Sunday and I was sorta zoning anyway I heard “if I don’t make principals list next year then I don’t get iguanas!” Then I was disappointed because I would have LOVED for EJ to get iguanas so I could come see them and whatnot, so I voiced my sadness and they both looked at me funny, then explained what she had really said after saying “WHAT?!” a few times before they figured out I had simply (or not so simply…) misunderstood. So that’s that one.

3) The branch joke is because on the way down to the lake where we all practice for crew there are trees (duh), and trees have branches. Duh. So anyway, Tabby decided to walk up to a branch and be all Matrix to it by ducking around it at the last second. EJ went nexed after saying that wasn’t how you do it, so she went in slow mo and ducked under. Then I made the mistake of trying to outshine her, but it didn’t work ’cause I’m, like, 5 inches taller and the branch wasn’t super high up…sooooo I went to slow-mo under the branch I went under by bending backwards then turned while still bending so my eyes were still on the branch even though I was past it. Well, I fell. I tripped in a tiny hole that was there and fell backwards… Tabby saw the whole thing and EJ only saw me fall, but it was enough for us to not be able to pass that branch now without laughing a little to ourselves.

I’m not a klutz, I just had a klutzy moment – it happens to everyone eventually! :]

4) The tree puns are because at camp the clown shop put on several clown shows where the people who were learning improv or sketch or whatever could showcase their skills. Well, at this particular clown show everything was prepared and rehearsed and there was one skit where two girls were lumberjacks in the woods going to chop down trees. There was one guy named Wolf who was the tree, and he was in a tree costume. The thing about Wolf is that his voice is sooooo low,…you just have no idea. It’s amazingly low, incredibly low, impossibly low…etc. So anyway, the girls approached the tree, prepared to chop it down and theeennn….the tree spoke. The girls stopped and pretty much what followed was a lot of aweful tree puns suck as “leaf me alone” that were used by the tree to try to save its skin…er, bark. Finally the girls got sick of the puns and chopped down the tree despite its being magical and able to talk. Wolf as the tree fall backwards and uttered his final pun: “Oh the TREEMANITY!”

5) The threesome-treesome thing was because at camp there was a tree tons of people gathered around and sat under to hang out. You are never supposed to climb the tree. Do people care? No. Campers don’t at least…counselors on the other hand will go berserk if they catch you. Anyway, Zac and Dan (camp buddies) climbed the tree one night, and I was the only one with them so I said up to them, “Aww, I feel left out!” Dan replied jokingly, “Come on up – we could have a threesome,” to which Zac said, “…Or a TREE-some!” The joke then spread around our group of friends and no one looked at the phrase threesome the same ever again for the remainder of camp.

6) Sugarplum fairy applied to our buddy Adrian who entered the camp’s air-guitar contest with his best friend and my ex-boyfriend James. James looked stoned as he played in the specially-set-up spotlight with his aviator sunglasses on, and Adrian…looked like a sugarplum fairy with the way he was hopping around. So, form then on, whenever I would say “SUGARPLUM FAIRY” to him he would go leaping off doing twirls that would make any ballerina jealous, and he would sprinkle random people with “fairy dust” by acting like he was was holing something, running up to them, and opening his hand over them while saying “Fairy dust!” in an amazingly happy/cheerful/high/fairy-like way. The kid had no shame eventually, either, because I told him to do it to this one guy who no one in our group knew while wearing James’s back-brace (James had scoliosis so he wore a big, hard, blue brace constantly) outside his shirt. Sure enough Adrian did it, and smiles stayed on our faces the rest of the day. It was genius, and I’ll always idolize Adrian for his fairy skillz!

7) Salad fingers is a movie on YouTube that is soooo disturbing… Annie and I saw it and afterwards we were both scared, so that became a random thing we shared: One of us would say “salad fingers” and then we’d both make scared faces (then I’d lose the game because those two things – the game and salad fingers – became unexplainably linked in my mind)!

8) The creature of life thing was what Maggie said in afterthought about the Ricky Slat thing. She said she wrote a short story in English class that involved the Ricky episode (if you don’t know who/what/the story of Ricky Splat is then go back and read that blog entry by entering “Ricky Splat” in the search box on the left-side of this site) and in it I said they shouldn’t kill Ricky because he was “a creature of LIFE!!” Now, that’s not what I truly said, mind you, but from that point on it was considered a direct quote from the moment.

So there you have it! Those are the jokes I felt like explaining – if you are wondering about any that are left then just leave a comment saying so and I might explain them, too.

♥ Airolyn

Random Inside Jokes November 13, 2008

(THIS POST HAS BEEN UPDATED AS OF 11-15-08 TO INCLUDE THE INSIDE JOKES I HAD FORGOTTEN BUT GOT REMINDED OF VIA COMMENTS!)

This has got to be the most lame excuse for a post EVER, but I couldn’t continue letting the essay-sized comments build up under my last post…

So, for you’re pleasure and for mine because I can’t wait to see the comments asking how these random “jokes” came about, here are a few of the most funny inside jokes I have with some of my friends.

1) With Kristin – not much of a joke but it has inside meaning: “Duck hunting.”

2) With EJ, the awesome person on the crew team in my boat (we crack up at this ALL the time…) :

Me: Knock knock!

EJ: Who’s there?! (By now she already knows what’s coming…)

Me: Allah!

EJ: Allah who?

Me: “Allahve you!!” (like, I love you, and yes we came up with that on our own ’cause EJ is randomly saying “Allah!” when something odd happens (just for fun/random-ness I suppose) so I asked her if she was really saying the name of the God of the Muslims, and she shrugged, and we made it into a smexy knock-knock joke, so THERE! :] )

EJ: *Dies of laughter*

~Part two of the above joke: “Olive juice!!” or “Allah loves olive juice more than Allah loves you, but I love you more than Allah loves olive juice!!” or simply “I’m gonna olive juice you!!”

3) Also with EJ: “EJ COME HERE!” *Said in a really raspy voice with eyes opened as wide as possible* And then EJ laughs harder than usual.

4) With Mackenzie and EJ, Makenzie being another crew person of cool-ness: “Muffin down on sparkles!!!”

5) With the same people as above – you can tell crew gives us tons of time for all of this…: “If I don’t make principals list next year I won’t get iguanas!!”

6) Once again with the above two people: “Cold dead monkeys in a freezer with ice-cream cake!”

7) With EJ: “Peeeaaccee siiggnnnnnnsssssssss!!”

8) EJ: “Vikings!” or “Viking horns!”

9) With EJ and Mackenzie (after myself and M. wrote on EJ’s shoes…(with permission)) : “What the f**k is on your shoes?!” answer- FRIENDSHIP!!

10) With Maggie and Amanda: “Happy pills!”

11) Annie – this isn’t a joke but a place only we understand the TRUE meaning of! Making it funny if you think about all the weirdness…: “CAMP!”

12) With Tabby (on crew team): “THE BRANCH!!!!!!!!!!”

13) With camp people: “Oh the TREE-MANITY!” and “LEAF me alone!” and “My BARK is worse then my bite!”

14) Camp people: “Not a threesome – a treesome!!!”

15) Camp people again: “Sugarplum fairy!”

16) Once again, it’s camp people jokes: “SALAD FINGERS!”

17) With Maggie and Amanda: “But it’s a creature of LIFE!”

^_^

So, like I said, sorry and quick excuse for a post, but I will make adjustments to this later explaining the origins of some of these jokes, but only some!! The rest shall remain INSIDE jokes.

Anyway, I’ll post all I have to say later when I have more compy time!!!!

~Tons of love,

Airolyn

P.S. Note to self: Make quotes post, post about fight today in school, and multiple “Friendship Series” posts when time permits!!

>:) not to leave you all hanging on the explanations of those last post ideas or anything…nooooo I’d NEVER do that…!

*Feels mischievous*

P.P.S. Sorry if I missed any inside jokes or if any of you feel left out – I didn’t mean for that to happeeeennn!! I love you all equally, I’m just more of a dork around some of you and jokes randomly are created more around some rather that others, but THAT’S NOT A BAD THING SO DON’T FEEL GLOOMY!

P.P.P.S. Gloomy is a funny word… ^_^

Monday Would Have Been a Month… November 6, 2008

Read “Talk About an Update” (previous post) before reading this, because that post came before this one and gives a tiny amount of background info. Thanks.

Called him ’cause he hadn’t called yet.

“So what’s up?” I said, breaking the tension and giving him a chance to say whatever he needed to.

Long silence on his end…I prepare for the bomb I’ve seen was coming, but hoped its course would have changed. I suppose there was no such luck.

“…Hey, don’t take this the wrong way but…I think we should…just be friends…”

“Oh. OK then.”

“You’re OK with that…?

“Well, I’m not gonna go berserk.”

“Oh…OK then.”

*One almost-totally silent minute later…*

“OK!” I shouted out of the phone microphone as if someone had called to me about something, but in reality it was silent in the house. “Hey, Brenden…? I gotta go.”

“Oh, OK, bye…”

“Bye!”

I sounded chipper. Chipper!! Oh well, at least I’m a good actress.

Not gonna go berserk. No, I won’t, and I wasn’t gonna cry, either, if that’s what he expected.

At least not on the phone…I made no promises about after I hung up…good thing, too…

The first thing one wonders is what did I do wrong? because we all assume it is our fault (the dumpee assumes that, at least). I mean, Brenden and I went to the Halloween party on Halloween…he was the one who asked Sarah, the hostess, if I could come because she didn’t know me, and when she said yes Brenden and I were ecstatic that we would get more time to hang out together. And the party was great – Brenden and I were great – no, amazing! It all seemed wonderfully fine and together and hunky-dory…etc.

But somewhere between Halloween night and today (the first time I’d seen him since) something went wrong, apparently. Maybe it was me; maybe he just found someone else he liked better…not like that’s a hard thing to do: find someone better than me… but I’m curious as to what did happen. Maybe I’ll ask when I see him tomorrow. Who knows what went wrong? (Well, he does I suppose…)

Of course now I’ll go through the whole break-up stage for the first time ’cause… I’ve never been broken up with. So I’ll pig out on what I can find or just stop eating for a bit (probably the latter option ’cause edible food in our house is rare, and it’s not like I eat much anything – probably about 1000 calories a day, in fact, because my meds make me lose my apatite; I’m unintentionally anorexic, apparently, and my body is about to start eating itself from the inside out if I don’t change something…not to scare you all…), cry until my face is puffy and splotched red, then go to bed early and sleep longer than usual so I can at least be free from sorrow in my dreams…I hope, but hey? Who are we to decide what our subconscious feeds us when it gets the chance to take over each night…?

Then I’ll get up for school tomorrow, acting fine for no one in particular because only the cats are up with me at 6am, and catch the school bus…go to chemistry where I can mope without being disturbed because Ms. W. moved the guy who sat next to me (Corey). He was the only person who I talked to in that class, so I’ll be fine and silent tomorrow. Then I’ll sleep in sadness during study block, do as little as I can get away with in PE, and sleep/mope/be silent some more in art.

What is it with this time of year…?! Tiffany’s bf just broke up with her, Kim got dumped, too, and I was hoping Brenden and I wouldn’t be next.

But you don’t always get what you wish for.

But oh well, I’m not gonna be a b***h about it or anything – Brenden’s cool and I’d never be a jerk just because things didn’t work out; for a relationship to work both people have to be happy, so I wasn’t about to monopolize him and whatnot – and life goes on.

And for me life continues back in Singles Land…

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Wow. It hurts more than I thought it would…

…

*weak smile*

Dave just walked in…

“You OK?”

“Mhm…”

As if.

As if I’m just sitting here glumly typing a post called “Monday Would Have Been a Month” for no reason – hey, maybe it would have been a month since I saw a movie, or a month since I beat up my brother in my head – what does Dave know?! Everything about the meaning of the title, I’m sure, because it’s not only the fact that Dave had two daughters make it past my age, but also the fact that the whole world seems to know that allows me to come to the conclusion that Dave knows why I’m quiet and unsmiling.

Why is that? Why is it that whenever you’re happy only certain people notice, yet when you feel like crawling into a crevice and freezing to death the whole world turns and stares at you and feeds on your misery?

Life can be cruel.

Talk to you all later…

~Air

Talk About an Update… November 6, 2008

This post includes a lot, just to let you all know. It talks of crew, dreams, third eyes, yelling, and cocoa and coffee and kisses (or lack of kisses) and books and writing, sadness, play lists, songs and artists, and more! So prepare yourselves for the update of the year!!! (Thus far)

And just a quick note: Yes, Kristin, I may have taken slight advantage of the fact that you said you’d read my whole next post (meaning this one) but come on!! you PROMISED!!!! So read! =)

Ok let’s get the easy stuff over with first: Last Sunday was yet another regatta and my boat sucked. We got 32 out of 38 because our boat was never set (level) people were yelling, and L. (abbreviated for privacy) wouldn’t stop complaining! She sits behind me (I’m seat 3 – meaning 3 from the bow of the boat which is really the back of the boat depending on how you look at it…hard to explain – look it up) and she just…ugh. It’s like whenever she gets into the shell (boat; try to keep up with the crew terminology people) some evil complaining monster comes out and I just wanna strangle her!! So, on Sunday, it went something like this:

L: I can’t do this! My arms hurt!

A (me): *silence*

L: I’m so over this!!!

A: *seething silence*

Tabby (Tabbitha, one of my best friends on the team who is bow seat and behind L): It’s OK, you can do it. *trying to keep L calm and KEEP HER ROWING*

L: I’m so f*****g over this!!!! I can’t breathe!! *complain complain curse curse rant complain*

T: *Still trying to calm down L…*

A: Well then, L, maybe crew isn’t your sport then!!

L: *silent* ………………………………… *complain*

I think you all get the idea…

I wanted to strangle her sooooooo badly…but then she has the nerve to yell at everyone else to keep the boat set and “PULL HHAARRDDEERR!!!!!!!!!” Dare I say hypocrite…?

Ay ay ay.

Also, might I point out that MY hands were hurting, too? And that so were everyone else’s…? I mean, who knew, right?!?!?! OF COURSE YOUR HANDS HURT BUT SHUT UP ABOUT IT! Also, her complaining was simply a waste of her breath that should have been saved not only so that my ears were spared but also so that she had more energy to ROW with.

Oh, and did I mention how much she CURSED?! Normally, as you all know, I don’t care who curses and yadda yadda yadda as long as not every other word is a curse word. Then I get irritated. But oh no, I cared then – you know why!?!? BECAUSE IF THE REFS HEAR YOU CURSING YOU GET DISQUALIFIED. Just saying… -.-”

Anyway, the only good part about Sunday’s race was the 4 hour bus ride there and back spent with friends and what not. That was enjoyable, and no I’m not being sarcastic. Another good thing is that I brought about 1/2 gallon of homemade hot chocolate in a magical thermos that is ancient and kept the hot chocolate feeling like it was immediately off the burner for 6 hours until I drank it. It was AMAZING!

Now for the dreams. I don’t feel like going into detail. But here’s the jist of one of them:

3 nights ago:

My mom was an actress who was trying to sell a new Starbuck’s thermos. I don’t know why. Maybe they hired her to do this, but then again maybe not. She was upstairs in her room that had been transformed so that when you walked in you saw one L counter in front of you and then one L to the right. On the L on the right there was a HUGE black coffee maker. Mom was practicing her act for me and I think she was trying to sell the thermos that had nothing unique about it to a certain college… I don’t remember because it was a dream and most people don’t remember every little detail of their dreams…

Anyway, there was also a Japanese person staying with us and she was standing in the hallway with me and we were arguing about who would do which problem in my Japanese workbook. You would think it wouldn’t matter to her because she was Japanese, only apparently it did because she couldn’t figure out either of the answers, and not because they were amazingly hard problems, but because…it was more like she was an English person who spoke Japanese thinking it was coming out English…it was like she was only Japanese to inhibit our ability to communicate. Then (I think this had been like this most of the dream) my vision became very blurry like my contacts weren’t in, only I clearly remembered putting them in, so it was as if they were making my vision a million times worse. My depth perception was way beyond off, colors and objects were blurring into incomprehensible blobs, and I tried to rub eyes to get my vision back and I also closed and opened them multiple times. but nothing worked.

Then I woke up.

It was odd.

Mom’s not home right now. She just called. Of course she mentioned how she never answered me this morning when I asked if Brenden could come over for a little bit. She said not today just now on the phone, but next time maybe if it’s all planned in advance.

The sad part is, I don’t know if there will be a next time.

Brenden called yesterday and I missed it so he left a message saying I should call when I could, so I did, but I missed him. The message he left sounded very…sad. Then, today, he wasn’t waiting for me after history 3rd period like he always does because our history classes are both that period and right next to each other. But no, he wasn’t there. By then I thought something was up, and of course the first thought that pops into anyone’s head is, “are they going to dump me?!” So yea I thought that, but pushed it away.

This afternoon when I went outside to our normal space where I meet Tabby and him and everyone he wasn’t there, but Tabby said she’s just seen him and that he needed to talk to me. I waited for a moment, but then turned towards my bus ’cause it would be leaving soon. Then Tabby called me back and there was Brenden. Looking troubled. Talk about having your heart sink…but he only asked if he would be able to talk to me later tonight on the phone. I said yea, and asked what was wrong because…he looked so dead, and that’s really unlike him. He said it was nothing and he just needed to talk to me. And then – get his, it;s the weirdest part – I didn’t get a goodbye kiss. He just gave me a hug. Usually it’s a kiss then a hug then a goodbye…but no. Just a hug.

I’m scared.

I’ve been playing this group of songs over and over…Some of the titles say it all, others I think the lyrics fit, and some just have some rhythm or something thats fitting my mood…They aren’t all popular or hip or even good but they fit…

1) Thunder::Boys Like Girls (lyrics and melody)

2) My Only Friend::Ronny Day (lyrics and melody)

3) She Will be Loved::Maroon 5 (title-says-it-all and lyrics)

4) How to Save a Life::The Fray (melody)

5) Calling You::Blue October (title-says-it-all, lyrics, and melody)

6) On Top of the World::Boys Like Girls (melody)

——> Annie, look up this song’s lyrics!! (On Top of the World) *faces of lonely daughters and mothers who care who just can’t be there*

7) The Devil in the Wishing Well::Five for Fighting (melody)

8) Extraordinary Girl::Green Day (title, melody, and lyrics)

9) Come on Get Higher::Matt Nathanson (melody)

10) Disco::Metro Station (melody and lyrics)

11) Who Knew::P!nk (lyrics and melody)

12) When the Heartache Ends::Rob Thomas (title-says-it-all)

13) Chasing Cars::Snow Patrol (title, lyrics, and melody) —–> This is the one I’m hearing the most…

14) Pieces::Sum 41 (title-says-it-all, lyrics, and melody)

15) Never to Late::Three Days Grace (title-says-it-all, melody)

16) Skyway Avenue::We the Kings (melody)

And get this: the whole time (which wasn’t long but long enough) I was just on the phone with Mom she kept asking what was wrong, said I sounded dead-pan, and said I needed to make tea or go for a walk or treat myself to something and that she’d talk to me when she got home.

I guess true sadness shows…

~Airolyn

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Update:

Mom got home probably over 40 minutes ago and I stopped typing and we’ve been talking about dreams, because I identified a common strand in a lot of my dreams: I can’t see as in my vision is blobbed to the point of I can’t comprehend what or where things are and I am completely disoriented by this lack of sight and understanding.

Apparently this means a loss of control or something like that. It’s having to do with my third eye, says my mom, that little eye in the middle of your forehead that is your psychic and metaphorical eye, if you will.

I think she;s right to some degree, although it’s odd to think about because I’m such an intuitive and understanding and….right person when it comes to certain things, things that the loss of the third eye and the loss of sight and things like that in these dreams are implying I am wrong about.

It is odd.

I really don’t know what to say.

Hm.

Time will tell all, no?

On a more comprehensible note: November is write a novel in a month month! You are supposed to write 8 pages a day to push yourself as a writer and produce a novel in only one month. If you decide to do this though keep in mind that you are writing for QUANTITY not quality, and this is what makes it so immensely difficult for writers like me who like to edit while we write (and therefor don’t get very far in our books…!). I’m doing a book either about my life as a teenager (written like it’s someone else, of course, with that little added fictional element) or a book about these forces called shadows and lights and Sight pairs and Formless… it’s all too difficult to explain and type, so maybe I’ll just put up the first few pages in a couple of days… the problem with doing that, however, is that the first few pages don’t explain much at all, but they do get you hooked! (I hope – Phoebe (little sis #1) has already threatened me with death if I don’t write the book after hearing the first 5 pages of it over dinner a week ago!)

No matter what book I choose to do though, it won’t really matter for November because I have only about 3 pages in the teenage book and 5 in the shadow/light book. And it’s the 6th of November. By now I’m supposed to have around 48 pages. Haha yea right… Oh well, maybe it’ll just be a guideline for me like it has been and I’ll push myself for 2 months…! Or 3…or, hey, 4 is a good, even number…!!! See? I need tiiimmmee for QUALITY!! Oh well, it’ll all work out eventuallllyyyy!!!!!!!!!

^_^

~Airolyn

P.S. Check out mai smexy culuhs!!!!!!!!! (translation: look at my awesome color choices)!

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:)

P.P.S. Be happy I at least stayed under 2000 words, those of you who are complaining about post length!!! It’s only around 1,912 words!! (exactly!!) ;)