It's only day twenty seven and, wouldn't you know it, I finished my book early. It was really amazing and I did many happy dances at my computer\around my house\dairy section at Walmart, but the only problem is, although I am a winner, my story is only a little over half the way done. So I guess I will be spending the remainder of my nonexistent free time writing the rest of the story, getting published, and making millions.
On the other hand, my relative-in-some-way-I-have-no-idea came to visit today (a four hour drive to eat pie, visit, and go back home the same day). We ate said pie, I drooled over their mustang, and she dropped off a box of chocolates...mmmm....chocolate...
ADD moment... if anyone is planning on getting me an early Christmas snack, get me chocolates.
In other news, I watched Walle-E recently and realized, even though the movie is pretty much technically inept, I liked it, in fact, I might say my feelings for the movie go a little bit beyond like. It was corny but the animation was AMAZING! The world that it creates for you on and off planet is really thrilling. It also has some good moral moments that make you think. I recommend it.
I'm debating on whether or whether I should not wake up at four to go shopping with my cousin... I am probably that crazy... four A.M....
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Hola. Today was another day completely filled over the brim with work. I practiced lines, did school, and have yet to write the almost two hundred words that will bring me to my quota for the day.
Worship me for a short second because even though I am falling asleep and I still have a ton of writing to do and a crap load of history notes to copy down I still blogged for the sake of my darling fans. Except you in the back, you look rotten.
I realized today that I've never independently found a comedian that I liked. The only ones that I like have been suggested to me by friends or brother. Where do you go to find out about comedians? There isn't like a radio, oh yeah there is. XM. Money. Too bad...
Someday handsome alter ego, some day.
Anyway I realized something. It will be approximately seven years before I came have red dread locks\dye my hair amazing colors. This makes me sad. I even tried to manipulate my dance coach into having us die our hair to match our ties (flames) but she said that God got it right the first time. I hate it when people play the guilt card, it's so effective.
I must go now and sorry if there are hundreds of typoes, I don't have the energy to proofread this post.
Till tomorrow.
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MY freaken goodness. I have no idea what I was thinking when I started this blog. Why don't I just write a novel, AND start a blog all in the same month. I think I'll post daily. Yeah right! Unfortunately, I am not THAT spectacular, hard to believe I know.
I have done many amazing things in the past few days since I posted last. I went to the Villa again, danced my swingin heart out. It was really fun but I had to crash and do NO school on Friday so I am doing all today. YAY! No, cut the celebration and sweep up that confetti.
WAIT A MINUTE! Throw that confetti back on the ground you filthy potato! I am at the half way point of my noveling festivities. Yep, that's write HALF! It has taken some really weird turns, I thought about having it all just be a dream sequence and he just wants to go back asleep because it all seems so real but I'm not sure if that's too over the top or not...
I will probably go see Twilight this week, even though I think Robert Patison is probably the worst actor on the planet who could have played Edward... oh well.
I also saw the commercials for Bolt and it looks hilarious, definitely must go see that one.
Anyhew, I was writing last night(one in the morning) and I fell asleep and I wrote the strangest things. They were all quite endearing and romantic and all had to do with snow but it was still pretty creepy.
I am really craving me some raspberry and chocolate ice cream right now but I will have to tough it out....
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First of all, sorry that I didn't post yesterday. It was a CRAZY day of school and writing but I made through with all my school finished and a glimmering sixteen thousand words. Tonight I will have finished seventeen thousand and pretty soon I'll be on my way to 20k.
It's strange, when you write over a thousand words a day it really ads up fast.
And then I got to thinking, I'm over a fifth of the way there. Now at first it seems like that would be a good thing, but it was not at this particular moment.
I realized that so far in my book a lot has happened, but not a lot has happened. Nothing really life altering or earth shattering. AND TWO WEEKS ARE GONE! So I pulled half my hair out but then I looked at my word count chart and realized I actually have a huge amount of time left. There is still time for nuclear explosions, betrayals, new species to introduce, times to warp, and all around awesomeness to evolve out of the sixteen thousand words I have accumulated.
Aside from that I have been to the library where I got a whole darn bunch of a ton of a lot of books. Time travel is fascinating, I watched What the Bleep? which is not what it sounds like. It's about quantum mechanics.
I really enjoyed it, even though parts of it kind of breached my mind capacity.
I am disappointed about the presidential election. I agree with dis article. There are to many people who vote for him BECAUSE HE'S BLACK. In case no one noticed, that's not important.
There was also the most astonishing video that I viewed with mine eyes the other day. It really ticked me off that people could be so immature and be so out of control. They are practically on a rampage. Did you see how close they get to the woman. I would be scared. I'm glad that they got out of there before it got ugly.
I was listening to Dr. Laura the other day and there was a homosexual there. I don't agree with his sexual orientations but I was glad about some things he said. He thought that gay people had far to high expectations of society, to bend over backwards to accommodate them.
It's true. I don't expect every person I bump into to become a christian. I can't remember the last time I bumped into a gay man and screamed. "GOSH YOU HOMO! YOU BETTER HAVE A WIFE BY TOMORROW!" *cough* yesterday *cough* Never. I have never done that.
Tomorrow my favorite show on the planet, Pushing Daisies, is on. It is being threatened to cancel if it doesn't have enough viewers, so be sure to watch it! It's Wednesday, seven pm, mountain time. It's really good, and hilarious so be sure to watch.
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This morning wasn't much of anything. I went to my unnamed religion gathering and then came home. I came home and did some homework. And I didn't like it. Then I shopped online for things thousands of dollars out of my price range. What can I say? I like nice things...
Anyhew. I slept a bit, listened to an awesome online radio station, ate some delicious sandwiches. Then I cruised all my email addresses, which is getting really annoying but it makes me feel like I have WAY more responsibility than I actually do. That's OK though. I figure if I check them enough than someday someone important will email me and they will thank the heavens that I was checking email addresses, a kidnapped person, you could say, or perhaps an author in need of a writer's block consultant, or say... I don' t know. Julia Roberts? You never know.
I am seriously missing the Villa. I am definitely going to have to go back this week.
My book is coming along pretty good too. So far I went from deaf boy gets in car crash and can hear lies, to time travelers coming back from the future to save him from imminent death, to post human species missionaries coming back to find love, to corrupted time travelers coming back from the future to kill... people. Sounds unimaginably interesting, no?
After that I watched a very funny Australian guy on the tube and basically procrastinated work until about now.
No never mind. Not NOW!
I decided that when I am simply showering in the do I will have to buy myself everything on my showering in the do list. So far it amounts to a white mustang, which I will drive in the morning, a silver Porsche, which I will drive out on lunch to the Villa, a black Corvette, which I will drive on midnight trips to the supermarket dressed as batman, and a white bullet bike that I will use to get from place to place when my other vehicles are in the shop\being used by fellow superheros\when I run out of shaving cream. ( Yes I will need a lot of that by the time I can afford my do fetish lifestyle.) And last a bazillion dollar suit from... Gucci. Why not? I am SHOWERING in it, ?verdad?
That is about all of the narrative of today's boring day I can whip from my soul. Until tomorrow.
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I woke up and left my warm house to drive through the frigid weather to dance today. Our performance is in like... two weeks and we are NOT ready. So I endured hours of pain and success and then crashed at home, and learned the language of the Spanish.
After that I spent most of my time at the most amazing coffee house. It's got couches that practically swallow you and a fireplace and people sign up to put art up (it's booked till 2012), and it's got people that call you honey, (only slightly creepy), and it just feels like home\NYC. (No we don't drink coffee, they serve an array of delicious treats.)
Anyhew, I was there because my lovely writing group meets there every Saturday. It's very inspiring and glamorous to be around fellow glamorous authors. We bang heads on tables, chew pencils to splinters, and crank out about one and a half thousand words a day, pretty impressive, no?
I left there when the sun started to fall and went home, got none of the homework that is waiting for me still done, and then went back an hour later to go to a swing scene (which will be the second Saturday of every month, at the Villa, at six to nine. Come and join the frivolity.).
It was amazing. We danced, we laughed, we drank (Italian sodas) and had an all around good time.
Oh, and it turns out that one of the women dancing there actually is the hand that created the amazing art hanging there. Such as mah favorite. It is called Rebirth
Unfortunately she is not teaching her amazing talent(yet).
I'm now at my castle procrastinating work. I guess I'll go chew a pencil to splinters.
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Begining of week two

Hi everyone. This is the first post of my blog. I'm mostly doing it because it's the month of November. Why is the month of November so significant, you feeble minded may ask. Well, dear potato, the month of November is exceedingly significant because it is the month in which glorious authors, such as myself, write a novel in a month. Read more here.
Impossible you say? Wrong. Hundreds of people do it every year and I'm already 11999 words of the way there (50k) of the way there. So I guess you were wrong.
I apologize for getting so far of subject. I start talking and I like the sound of my voice so much that I decide to listen it until it stops. Sometimes this takes a while. Back to my original thought.
I am participating in NanowriMo this year, yes that is why I haven't answered your emails and that is why my hair is only spiky because it was yesterday, not because gel was actually applied this morning. I tried Twitter to keep my fellow humans up to date but small blue birds disagree with me so I decided that a blog was a better idea.
And so here it is. Is it not glamorous to read? Is you skin shimmering? Do you feel you have been endowed with magical powers just by reading my words? I thought so. Put on sunglasses before you fry your monitor. You wallet will thank you.
Anyhew. I'll be updating this about every day so instead of actually talking to me, which is a thrill I know, read this instead. It should provide you with a large enough portion of delight to get you through the night.
Until tomorrow my dear potatoes.
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