Ally, one of the bestist friends this girl could ever have, finally started posting to her blog. Please do me a favor and go read and leave her some comments. She's an attention pig and it'll make her happy. A happy Ally means we're all happy, and won't be stabbed with pencils in the eyes while we sleep. She's awfully crazy eccentric, so it's important to give her what she wants...flee in terror...humor her give her the support she needs to be creative.

By the way, anyone know why my blog isn't updating in Firefox but does in IE? While we're at it, anyone know why it messes up in Firefox anyway? It's the only flaw I've found with the thing, but it's a doozy for me.

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I am now officially (according to the admissions office at least) a dual-major student. That's right, I being the overacheaver I am decided that one wasn't hard enough, I had to go for two. Biology and Early Childhood Education. Impressed, aintcha?

So this means by the time I finally leave CCC (sometime in the next thirty years) I will have three degrees. Cool, hu? I'll transfer to OSU on time to finish my bachelors, and just stay dual enrolled at CCC so I can finish the other degree (the third is just because I can, and only requires 12 extra credits, 95% of which I get for the first degree, so I figured why not). It'll take three years instead of two (roughly 12 terms instead of 8 depending on how I split up classes) but I need it for PST, and it's always fun to string extra letters behind your name and act all pretentious.

Luckily, credits for the second degree will work as electives for the first, so it won't take me any longer on the first. Huzzah.

A HotD for you:


Hail! Great King Loathing!
I adore your silliness,
and overpriced limes.


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I have an interview with a position in the Federal Aid office on Thursday. Wish me luck, yeah? Both luck that I'll get it, and that I'll survive it if I get it. The lines in there were nearly 100 people long yesterday. God grant me the patience...

HoTD:


Required homework.
Daily quiet just for me?!
I don't have the time!


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Laura Bush will be visiting my college tomorrow for a Republican Rally. If I wasn't so busy, I might go listen to her spiel, not that I truly want to hear what she has to say. I suppose if I was more into politics I'd go. It is sort of fascinating, even if I don't agree with the majority of (more like 99.9% of) her (or her husbands) standpoints.

My college is more on the liberal end of the college spectrum, which is one reason why her visit surprised me. Plus, we're not a four year, and usually this kinda hullaballo is saved for snooty 'real colleges'. You know, the kind where the students go to live on campus and party while escaping the tyrannical thumb of The Parental Mafia. Us? We're just a place people go to play-act going to college.

Truth be told, I'm more annoyed then anything. They've got the entire building she'll be speaking in closed for the day. Her visit moved classes all around and everything. Damn politics, first they interrupt my shows for stupid blabber and annoying commercials, and now they make me walk all the way across campus to get where I need to go. I should vote for Mickey, he'd never make me walk anywhere.

HotD:

I have a blister.
It is on my little toe,
and it really hurts.

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Measure 36 has been getting quite a bit of exposure these days. For those of you who don't know, Measure 36 will:

"Mend Constitution: Only marriage between one man and woman is valid or legally recognized as a marriage."

There are signs here and there (but not really a whole lot, got to love Oregon and it's big ole tree hugging liberal populous!) and they are running a couple commercials. It's the one commercial that totally disgusts me.

They show this large ethnic family having a family reunion. The voice over guy tells you all about how every year they get together for their grandparents anniversary and celebrate their family and heritage. He tells you there are children, grandchildren, and now greatgrandchildren. It shows happy people eating cake and dancing, and then it flashes their 'One Man One Woman' slogan and says something along the lines of 'that's the way family is supposed to be' or some such nonsense.

Wow. Really?

So, you're telling me in that large group of actors, there isn't one of you that know of, or aren't a homosexual? I don't buy it. I'm willing to bet my left arm that one of those actors is related to a gay person. So, this means one of two things:

1) You're related to a homosexual and accept and love them. You want them to be happy and have all the rights you, as a heterosexual, have. Because that's what family is supposed to be, right? Supportive and loving. This means that you're are a hypocrite, and have disrespected your family and that relative by doing this commercial.

Or

2) You have shunned or pretended not to notice this relative, you've discriminated against them, and are denying them something that you have absolutely no right to have a say in. By doing so, you have completely dishonored the true meaning of 'family'. This also means you're a hypocrite by doing this commercial.

Gee. What choices. The commercial doesn't build a valid argument in my eyes. Why? Because they can't give me one good, real reason as to why two guys or two girls can't get married. I don't buy any of this 'it's against my beliefs' or 'it'll ruin marrage' crap. Because all it is, is that, crap.

In case you can't tell, I'll be voting no.

HotD:


Owwie, sinuses.
I think I'll go back to bed,
and whine a little.


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Halloween is fast approaching, so I've been doing planning for the YCC Halloween Party. I, being the rebel I am, named it Halloween instead of Harvest, because that really chapped my cute little hide.

This thing is going to be roughly three hours long. Two for the party and one for the YCC Store, which opens on Halloween. (Which reminds me, if you're in my area and are free from 10 - 1 on Halloween I need clerks to run the store. I can't pay you, but I can adore you forever!) The first hour is going to be for games and contests and other nonsense in which more dollars can be won. This'll give some of the kids who's Buckalopes (the envelopes they put their dollars in...is that clever or what? I can't take credit for it though, a three year old made it up. I have envy.) are really pathetic looking. I want to get it so everyone there has at least over $50 to spend.

I thought the second hour or so would be good for watching a movie and eating junk. So, I'm on the prowl for Halloweenesc movies. I want suggestions. Good suggestions please! None of this 'Barney's Spooky Halloween' or 'A Little House On The Prairie Halloween' stuff. I want good movies that are scary but aren't scary and would appeal to all the kids, which vary in age from 3 - 17.

I was thinking some older movies that the kids might not have ever seen would be good. Gremlins, Teenwolf, Ghostbusters, Little Shop of Horrors. I don't suppose I'd get away with the last one, even though it's a good movie. I've had 'Somewhere That's Green' stuck in my head all day. You also would think everyone has seen those, but you'd be shocked at what kids today haven't seen. It's a tragedy.

The Witches and Hocus Pocus were also suggested. Of course, we could always go with Purple People Eater, that's a horrible but fun movie.

Nix on Nightmare Before Christmas, since we watched that last Halloween. It's/Halloween Is Grinch Night is a good one, but I just don't think the kids would be all that interested in it. Which is a shame, because the Grinch totally rocks my sockies. The Lady in White was one of my favorites when I was a kid, and there is always the non-Halloween but super Return to Oz.

The Abbot and Costello movies are funny, but again, would the kids like them? Spirited Away isn't Halloween, but was amazing, and I'm pretty sure none of the kids in my class have seen it yet. I love it, if you haven't seen it you should.

Ok, so, give me your suggestions, and while you're at it, give me your suggestions for all your favorite horror movies. I'm thinking I might have myself an all night marathon, you can come over if you want.

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For one of my CG classes, I had to take the SDS Career Assessment Test. For those of you who don't know, SDS stands for Self-Directed Search and Career Assessment Test means 'you'll be a funeral director'. This stupid test is used to help you find the career that best suits you (and we all know that's either said funeral director, or a florist). Personally, I think this is bogus, and no test can help you find what's best for you, but I'm always fair game to be psychoanalyzed by little check boxes, so I took it. I actually never did the tests in high school, so what could it hurt?

The first page of the test has you list eight occupations you've always dreamed about doing. This section is titled 'Occupational Daydreams' which tells me right away that the person who created this test completely sneers at the chance of anyone who takes it actually getting any of the careers they list. This section has two parts, first you list what you want, then you use a booklet called The Occupations Finder to locate the career you listed, and write down it's corresponding three letter nonsense code in little boxes.

The ironic part of this test is, nearly 90% of the students in the class, including myself, didn't have the career of their dreams even listed in The Occupations Finder. This meant that you had to erase lines, and put in things that are as-close-as-possible in their place. As close as possible, meaning nowhere near the same.

So, off I set, erasing my dreams and filling them in with new and wondrous careers that sort of resembled what I really wanted to do, in odd ways.

1. Crime laboratory Analyst

It might sound like the same, but trust me, it's not.

2. Corner

I could live out my ghoulish tendencies. But, I'll only be one if I can be the CME. Which, by the way, was not listed as a career I could have.

3. Pathologist

Again, not the same. Similar though.

4. Teacher, Preschool

Because, when all else fails, do what you know how to do.

5. Pediatrician

Tempting...

6. Detective

Just call me Columba!

7. Psychologist, school

Will they let me medicate the kids?

The Occupations booklet was full of all sorts of weird jobs that you wouldn't think anyone would actually chose in the first place. 'Dressmaker', 'Dairy Farmer' and 'Juggler' were some of the favorites. Also listed were the jobs you know perfectly well you'd never get anyway, such as 'President' and 'Astronaut'. Yet, realistic jobs, like 'Doctor' were missing.

And so, this extremely moronic exercise finally brought me to the last career, number eight. A highly rewarding career that would make any young woman (such as yours truly) the pride of her family and community. A job that, as a young child, I spent hours dressing up and pretending go off in the grown up world, and work at. With glee (honest, I actually giggled) I wrote this down with a flourish:

8. Mime

Yesssss! Mime! It was listed right there on page seven! I mentally pumped my fist in the air and hooted. It's what I always wanted to be. It's, as the book called it, my occupational aspiration. I'd finally found my true calling, and now my life is complete. I never realized that the reason why I was so unhappy in my life is because I was missing daily public humiliation and scorn! I'm pretty sure I wept.

So, I finished the rest of the test (which involves a lot of answering dumb questions, like, 'How much do you like taking a math course?'. How much do you think I like taking a math course?) and figured it all out. Unfortunately 'Mime' did not come up as the career for me, but I say screw them! I'm going to be a mime anyway. I'll be a damn good mime too. So, `scuse me, I think I'll go grease my face up right now and walk my invisible dog.

HotD:


My face is broken.
Horrible pressure and pain,
Did I smack a wall?


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NARAL sent me a voter registration form, which I thought was pretty cool of them, even if I'm already registered.

I've been pretty impressed (and amused) by where I'm seeing encouragement for people to vote. Everywhere from department store windows craftily disguised as advertisements, to the ending segment of Zoom, where they told their viewers to tell their parents to vote.

I think it's a very very good thing, voting is extremely important, not just in this race (but...moreso in a way) but in everything, even moronic local measures that you think are a waste of paper. (I promise to post more about that later) Plus, the more people hear that they need to vote from the back of their cereal boxes and their crazy purple haired Aunt Mabel, the more annoyed they'll be with it and do it just to get everyone off their back. Sounds good to me! So, don't forget to vote, or I'll send Guido and One-Eyed Ralph after you and those pretty little kneecaps of yours.

Still loving Firefox...even if it's completely messed up IBOM.

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So, I got Firefox, which I am seriously adoring. I went a little plug in and skin happy, but that's part of the fun. Foxytunes is fantastic! I recommend Firefox, if you haven't gotten it yet. It's love-a-lee, and it has awesome designer tools, which is an extra plus. Erm, I said awesome, I apologize.

But...why didn't someone tell me that my blog is all messed up in it? It would have been nice to know. It's really bad. I'll have to see if I can figure out how to fix it, but for now, just know that this page was created for viewing in IE and it messes up because of Firefox, not because I have crap design skills. Well, I do, but that's not the reason it messes up. Honest.

Guess it's really time for a new layout after all. This evening is my last class of the week, so I have bunches of pseudo freetime to do a new one. Homework? I don't need to do no stinkin' homework. Psha. Homework's for brown-nosers.

HotD:


Crunchy, tasty chips.
Sweet potato and tero,
Who woulda thunk it?


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I am now going to display my incredible impressionistic talents. I will be mimicking the Toddler Immatures and the cry it uses to attract wanted attention and/or acquire possessions in its native habitat. Prepare to be astounded.

CAR! CARME! CARNOW! CARMINE! CARMEMINENOW!

Thank you. That is all.*

HotD:


Oh! Foul driving!
I despise you and your cars,
Yet cannot live without.



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*I really, really need a car. As much as I can stand them or driving, I am just not going to be able to do this anymore, I just have too much running around to rely on other people. It's inconvenient for everyone and as funny as I think mad people are, I don't want anyone mad at me because I need rides from them.

I just have to bite spark plug and go get one. I think my last straw was being stranded in the rain for nearly two hours all alone in some park with drooling park-crazies. I could have been accosted! I could have had my tender sensibilities offended! Oh, the horror. Won't someone think of the children, and buy me a car? I'd prefer one that I don't have to climb up a ladder to get in and isn't fuchsia if at all possible. Thanks, you're a peach.

I'm taking classes before actual term starts, and one of those classes was today. I don't know who's idea it really was to have you on campus by 7:45 for a College Finances class, but I really think they're pretty cruel and inhumane. I ran very late this morning. I didn't get out of bed until 6:45! Usually I try to be up about 4:30 so I can walk and get everything else done before I start working, but it's a struggle. I really, really like sleep. I felt sort of like I did way back in high school, where you're brushing your teeth while you wash your hair in the shower because you have to catch the bus even though it's still dark outside. I definitely don't miss that.

I'm not used to early morning rushing around really, because since I work for myself, I can actually eat breakfast in my P.J's while I sit in my office and answer calls if I want to. Heck, I could sit in here naked. I don't, of course, but I could. I absolutely don't schedule before 8 A.M. meetings because it's just not right. Even God isn't up before 9 in the morning, it's a proven fact.

I still haven't found my birth certificate. I'm holding off for as long as possible to find it before I go buy a new one, but if I don't find it today that's what I'll be doing tomorrow.

A haiku:


Bad credit problems?
Freeze your credit card in ice,
and don't touch the thing.


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I have a mandatory (or, I should say MANDATORY, since that's how it's been typed on everything I've gotten about it) orientation today from 10 to 3. It wouldn't be so bad, if it wasn't outside. Outside wouldn't be so bad, if it wasn't raining. I don't know if it will be raining by 10, but I'm willing to bet money and my left lung that it will be.

I don't mind that it's MANDATORY, or going. I just don't want to stand outside for six hours and come home wetter then...well nevermind, that was a bad joke anyway. I don't fancy ending up on my death bed with bronchitis and hacking up major organs, like a certain someone else I know. Really. It's unseemly.

A haiku:


Enjoy the quiet.
I am still looking forward,
To squish bat guano!*


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*Totally swiped from Fred, who had it as his away message the other day in homage to KoL.

It's time for a new layout. Fall themed? Maybe one for Halloween? Is it too soon? A school themed one? Ideas people, I need ideas. I know you read this blog, and I know where you sleep, so leave me some tasty, tasty ideas. I'll make it worth your while.

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I still can't find my social security card or my birth certificate, still. I'm down to pulling boxes out of the attic to see if I put them in there by accident. Maybe someone stole my identity! Why anyone would want to be me is beyond, well, me, but you never know.

It's looking more and more like I'll have to drive all the way to Portland and pick one up. That's how I want to spend my day, driving to Portland to go in and take fifteen minutes to get a new Birth Certificate (because you can't get a new social security card without one. It'll be my third new social security card. Don't ask)This is seriously crappy. You know what's worse? I'll go get one and then find one or the other in some box somewhere. Yeah, that's how it goes.

But, I did find a couple work study jobs I'm going to interview for. One is in the library (yay library!) restocking shelves, the other is doing scheduling for the Testing Center. Both sounded like they wouldn't drive me completely crazy, or make me do anything scary, like weld. There was one for tutoring WR121 students, but I thought about it and then decided nobody wants me for a tutor, so it's better if I just shelve books.

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Behold! Bask in the greatness that is my mad phat Lite Brite skillz! I know you're seething with envy!



This just proves that years and years of life does not mean that your ability to make coherent pictures with little plastic (or digital, as it were) pegs will improve.

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I'm playing with this, and the whole time their jingle is running through my head.

...turn on the magic of colored lights!

Or...it was something like that. I'll post what I made later. I love these things.

Via Melissa

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I'm working with SMART this year. SMART (Start Making A Reader Today) is a program that has volunteers who read one-on-one with two gradeschool children for a half hour each week during the school year. SMART also gives away books to children so that they can take them home and read them with their families. I was assigned to Weddle (That's pronounced 'Widell' not 'Weedle' but I say weedle because it sounds funnier, even though it makes people mad) which is the grade school right across the street from my younger brothers middle school.

The program starts the 11th of October, and I have a kick-off orientation thing the 5th. I'm very much looking forward to working with this program. I think they do really great things, it's fantastical.

Other news...I can't find my birth certificate or my social security card, and I need them to fill out the student employment paperwork, which is due very soon. Very soon as in last Wednesday. I really don't want to drive all the way to Portland to get a new birth certificate, but I don't want to order one and have to pay disgusting shipping (23 bucks!) to have it shipped overnight either.

I say they should just give me one, I'm already born, and have had a certificate proving so for years, so why charge me again? If I don't have one it's not like they can put me back or anything. Then again, if I can find them, then it means I don't really exist, and therefore don't have to pay any bills. Yeah, I like the sound of that. I take it back, I don't want a new one. From here on in, you never saw me `cause I was never born. Got it? Good.

A haiku:


Buurcratic crap.
Hey! We don't need no stinkin'
Birth Certificates!


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I'm tired. I didn't fall asleep until ten minutes before my alarm went off this morning, so I'm pretty much a zombie. People have had to spend the morning talking slower then usual to me, and repeating everything they say until they finally get exasperated and leave me alone. Normally, I would think this is funny and be glad nobody is talking to me, but today I'm so out of it I don't even notice.

I don't have a clue as to why I'm not sleeping. Or why I'm so incredibly sore this morning. I haven't done anything to merit either one. Maybe I was abducted by aliens? Maybe I ran off and joined a Trapeze act and a blow to my head from a fall caused me to forget? Who knows.

This morning, around 2:30, while I was out taking Shauna potty, I watched as three neighborhood kids swerved their way down the street yelling about how drunk and stoned they were. They then proceeded to go home (two houses down from mine) and sit in their front yard and yell and hoot some more. Because, you know, getting plastered at 15 is such an accomplishment. It made me wonder where their parents were, but their parents probably didn't give a crap that their kids were stoned out of their minds and had one too many six packs. Yep, our country has so much to look forward to in it's future leaders, because nothing says Merit Scholar like a hangover on the first day of school.

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Once again we witness the final gasping gurgle of death from Summer. Today, and I write this with glee, is the first day of school for all the short cheese smelling little children here. This makes me very, very happy. Of course it means that I'm so much closer to my own classes starting, but I'm going to go with the theory that if I don't think about it, it won't ever get here.

In order to completely waste the last day of summer in style, I spent it doing absolutely nothing constructive with my younger sister. For a Freshman, she's pretty cool. She's completely nervous about starting her first year of High School, so I comforted her by announcing how many hours was left until she had to get up in the morning. I think it really helped.

I wrapped her hair for her. I used pink/white/variegated pink thread. So at the top of the wrap, the thread is a very pale pink, but as you go down it turns into this deep pink. I ended it with pink beads and a dangle heart charm. I don't get the whole pink thing myself, but she liked it. I'll snap a picture of it when she comes home. I don't mind doing it every once in a while, but I don't think I'd do them at like Saturday markets or anything, because it's tedious and would drive me bonkers. Although, you can charge disgusting amounts for it, which almost offsets the having to work with squirming sticky children part.

Then we mostly just sat around with glazed looks watching HSN and poking fun at the telesellerists that are on there. It amuses me to no end that everything they sell from throw rugs to watches are made out to be the one thing you can't live without.

"If you're having a bad day, you can look down at your floor at this velveteen Elvis throw rug, and your entire life makes sense again! You realize you do matter! It puts it all back into perspective! Amazing! Hurry, because there are only 10 for each state left."

A haiku:


Oh! Nice warm weather,
I curse you now but alas,
I will miss you soon.


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I'm developing a new courseline for PST. It doesn't have a name yet, but it'll probably be something hokey when I finally pick one. It's going to be a really bare bones curriculum guide series. It won't be curriculum in the sense that it plots out your entire months classroom activities, but it will give you a huge amount of resources and ideas on individual topics that will allow you to create your own curriculum that works with your program. And the masses rejoiced.

One big complaint from Providers we get is that they only have certain days, or sometimes even one day a week that they can do a real project or implement a program, and they find most pre-structured curriculums aren't accommodating enough, or are too expensive to only use once a week. This way, they can take all the ideas for projects, and whatnot, and implement them however they think will work best for them, but don't have to pay for any extras, like craft supplies, that won't be used.

I won't be able to start it until nearly November, because I'm backed up with courses written by other people that need to be edited. Actually, I'm looking for someone who's interested in editing courses for, oh say, my eternal gratitude? I'm about ten behind at this point. It's not because I don't do them, it's just because not only do I edit (which includes fixing any grammar errors like a normal editor, but also adding information that I think is relevant to the course) the course itself, but I also edit it for the web and it's PDF and mail order counterparts, and do all the header graphics for the course pages itself. It gets pretty time consuming, plus, there is only so long a sane person can read about head lice or green mucus.

See? Aren't I a good slave? I should be done with the bulk of my slacker backed up work before I go back to school. Then I can get started on these new courses.

The first one is going to be on oral care. No, not that kind of oral care. The kind you do with toothbrushes and dental floss. Pervert. I've already got some awesome resources tracked down for it, like free toothbrushes and coloring books called 'Milk Matters' with Buddy Toothbrush, a smiling happy toothbrush that drinks milk and gets 'bristled' when children drink soda. The thing scared the crap out of me, but the kids like it.

A haiku:


Evil groceries.
Stashed you in my cupboards yet,
nothing good is found.


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Anyone know why Blogger changed all the apostrophes into question marks in the last two posts?

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For those of you, who are like me, and would be too lazy to click on the info link for Nightfall (the soon-to-be NaNo novel) here's the blurb.


Michael Cole just moved his family from their trendy suburb of Boston halfway across the globe to the sleepy little village of Haros Glen in Wales. The head of a new project running in the nearby city by Lupear Industries, Michael Cole couldn't be more ecstatic, Haros Glen is a dream. Safe, peaceful and welcoming, the town is the picture of a perfect place for a widower to raise two growing daughters. Lupear Industries even bought his family a house, a gorgeous estate once owned by a local Baron, called Woodsparrow. All the pieces have landed perfectly, and Michael Cole knows that life will be much better for them all.

Fifteen year old Sarah Cole isn't so sure.

Dragged away from the country she was born in and from her lifelong friends with her younger sister Ronnie in tow, Sarah tries her best to paste on a smile and be positive, but there is something weird about this place that she just can't shake.

There is something odd about the crumbling old house with its mazes of rooms and huge stone structures embedded in the cellar walls. There is something off about the too-quant village and its residents that seem too eager to please. There is something about the way it all looks, about the way it all smells, something about the way it all makes the skin of Sarah's arm prickle. Something isn't right, and that something is out to get her.


Yes, I thought the italics would take away from the crummyness of the thing.

Of course, the idea itself is much better then written here. It struck actually over a year ago and was going to be an IF game (and will be someday, because it will make a very, very good one) but I thought it would also do well as my NaNo novel. Especially since the only writing I've done on the story itself is plot notes, everything else was programming for the game, and that doesn't count since it's not writing on the story. I could be way wrong though, but if I am don't tell me, because I have no idea what else to write about. You wouldn't want to make me have to actually use my brain to think up something else, would you?

I'm going to try hard to put some things in it that would keep people like me (that is, people who read far too many of these books) engaged in the story. I also think I'm going to change the younger sisters name to something else, because every time I type it, I type it wrong.

Yay! Yay for silly horror plots! Yay for over dramatic info blurb thingies! Yay for writing 50,000 words of crap in a month! Yay for posting this post insted of working! YAY!

Alright, I'm done. I promise not to post anymore crap today. Now if you'll exscuse me, I've got rolls rising that need to be put in the oven soon.

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I just can't leave my sidebar well enough alone. I added a new section for whatever game I'm playing (but don't worry, I didn't sell out, it's not Amazon resellered or anything) and a table for NaNoWriMo, which includes a seriously sucking Synopsis of the novel I'm going to write. I'll do a better one later, when I'm not avoiding the work I'm really supposed to be doing and can devote more time to it.

Only 60 days to go!

Did anyone else see the story about the birth of the two pandas in China? Not only is this beyond cute, but it reminded me of how much I really, really, really want a panda, Mommy. Even more then I want a pony or the cowboy who owns it. It was disheartening to see the statistic at the end of the article though:

About 1,600 giant pandas survive in the wild, mostly in the mountains in southwestern China. Some 160 live in captivity.

I knew that their numbers were small, but I didn't realize how few there really are. I'm sad now, so I've invited them all to come live in my bathtub. I figure, it's the least I can do, to make up for my species killing them all off.

A panda haiku:


Pandas are so cute.
I want to squeeze and hug them!
And name them all George.


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