- doubled her NaNoWriMo word count (2050 to 4635. In 24 hours. If I can double that tomorrow, how long will it take me to complete my novel?)
- Received a 92 average for her report card. (I also got 100 average in French and Computers...didn't see that one coming. 94 in ELA, as well.)
- Played a cruddy game of volleyball. (That I played. I mostly sat on the bench, which was lame, mainly because I am in grade eight and a younger team player, and conveniently the only extra middle.)
- Acquired a tall stack of reading material from her father's classroom. (In them includes plays and Stephen King novels.)
- Went to band. (Enough said.)
ATTENTION! jckandy is OFFICIALLY tired of writing about herself in third person!
Really, I am. It's tiring.
I just read this truly hysterical quote on Laini Taylor's blog post. It made me chuckle.
"Cats aren't clean. They're just covered in cat spit."
HA HA HA HA HA! I hate when people write ha ha ha ha ha ha over the 'net. It seems so fake. It has no ring of real laughter. It's horrible.
HA HA HA HA.
I hate myself.
Anyways, I fer-shizz let out a chuckle when I read that quote. A real chuckle! It just doesn't seem real.
I'm happy right now. I'm listening to Journey. How can one not be happy when listening to "Don't Stop Believin'" by Journey?
I decided to break from Miriam's Isle. Even though I didn't really work on it much. I'm writing Clarabelle right now. It's surprisingly easy to spew forth my ideas. I think it's because I've had these plans cooking inside of me for so long, they're all pent-up with no place to flow. Now they're flowing. And I haven't even got to the middle, where the juicy stuff happens. However, it's taken me 2 days to write 16 pages. I basically doubled the writing I had. It was kind of a rude awakening, how time-consuming it is to actually, physically, SQUEEZE out the words and type them on the page and punctuate, page by page by page. It really shouldn't be a shock.
Don't stop, believin', hold on to that feelin! Street lights, people...
MY SONG IS OVER. I think I'll go cry.