NaNoWriMo

As you almost certainly know, November is National Novel Writing Month, or NaNoWriMo. I'm going to attempt it for the second time, and hopefully getting a little farther than last year. I didn't quite hit six thousand out of fifty.

I'm considering posting what I like about mine on to here. There's only two of you and you never comment, so that'll be good, right? :p

I kid, I kid.

Anyway, I'm doing an extended version of this.

So,yes! It's not going to really be about Justin and Libby- it'll be about the whole group, with a focus on the mother.

Oh, and it will be in a shared journal form. They're going to try to preserve their story and- well, yeah. It'll be cool.

Psst, both of you fine ladies should endeavor, if college or whatever you do isn't eating your brains. Yep.

Bye!

Dear Everyone,

I...never post anything anywhere.

Did you notice? What started out as my emo blog didn't last long, seeing as I'm kind of a ray of sunshine. I'd like to say this is unfortunate, but it really isn't.

I feel that I should probably post something here, but I'm not sure what.

So, after flipping through Google Docs, here's something I feel may never have seen the pasty glow of the internet.

There is nothing more perfect than this moment.

The room is dark, your hair is getting in my way and the edge of my dresser is digging into my hip, but I don't let it distract me. I stand on my tiptoes- not because I need to but because it makes me feel happy- as our lips work in time, moving to a rhythm just for me and you. You shift your weight forward as your arm slips into the small of my back and you begin to press harder, epitomizing what every second of every day should feel like.

God, I love you. I love you and I love life, my parents, this house, who I am, everything about everyone I love. I never want anything to change and I want the universe to go on pause- my life frozen into the same delicious span of months.

I've never wanted anything I couldn't have so badly before and for a moment I wonder if this is what it's like to be you.

Wow!

So, I'm going to be a junior next year.

I think that I might just be a little excited. Or maybe that's the coffee.

I'm going to Florida with my best friend tomorrow! I'm also excited about this.

I went to school today to get my schedule fixed and that was really fun. Had to wait in life forever, though. There was this really nice lady who was hilarious. That was fun.

How's my one watcher doing? She should post more.

:p

(I should do something interesting in my life so that I can write funnier posts.)

Hm.

Originally this blog was a spot for my angst. I don't actually get a lot of that. However, after creating a fantastic layout, if I do say so myself, I feel like it's going to waste.

Well, I didn't create the layout, I came up with the header and the little side thingy and anyway! Back to what I was saying.

I kind of would love to continue using this for other things, but I have no idea what to post here.

Suggestions? (I'm looking at you!)

Christmas

Christmas, 2008 was the beginning of the end.

I wish- More than anything

Once upon a time there was a girl who hated sonnets.

The end.

Should I compare you to anything, dear?
Would it flatter you to hear me compose?
Or would, perhaps, it too banal appear,
Seeming my love prosaic as a rose?
If I were to compare thee, however
It would be to a star or to a lark
Or, I assure you, darling, I endeavor
For perchance the last moment before dark
But all these things seem far too contrasting
To a resplendent beauty such as thee
Because these things are forever lasting
And your radiance is fleeting, you see

But compare you shall I not, my dearest
For shall you to my heart remain nearest

Excellent

Life is treating me pretty good right now.

Possibly a side effect of awesome music and my deciding to make it so.

And cleaning off my desk.

Dear Abbey

Dear Abbey,

What the fuck am I doing?

Burn

I hope there's a slug in your morning drink
and you're haunted by dead souls above
I hope there's a mouse in your kitchen sink
and your craft dies slowly, as does your love

I hope the china shatters
and the record player breaks
I hope your heirlooms melt
and your hands start to shake

I hope that you love me
and I love you too
I hope that we burn
and it remains true