Yeah. Nanowrimo pretty much drained me of every word I had... hence this is the first post I have written in almost three months.

Nanowrimo was fantastic this year. I actually wrote a coherent story (which is no where near finished).

In other news I just finished my Eagle last week. (!!!!!)

Christmas was yesterday and it was pretty epic. It began with what will always be known in the Peterson History Book as the Fifty Dollar Gay Man Cake. What is a Fifty Dollar Gay Man Cake? Well to the naked eye it looks like a mere chocolate mousse cake, but upon further investigation turns out to be a chocolate mousse cake made by two gay men. Such a confection would normally cost fifty dollars but upon special request for a virgin cake by a friend of a friend, we got it for much cheaper. But through some misinterpretation of the meaning of the word virgin, we got a Fifty Dollar Gay Man Cake With Rum Frosting. And not the kind where all the alcohol burnt out of it. Let's just say we started out the new year with excitement.

That's about all for now. I shall write again soon.

I love dogs. and yes this is another creepy post.

Dogs, or more specifically puppies, are the key to good habits. They MAKE you be good, or you end up with a screwed up dog. For exAmple. If you are not attentive you will have messes to clean up. If you are not constant in your reward and disciplining attitudes than your puppy will never be constant in it's manners and pottytrainedness. Puppies don't like yelling. If you get stressed out, so do your puppies. If you forget to keep your promises, like feeding your dog, they graciously throw up. If you don't keep your appointments, such as taking someone to the potty, then... well. You get the picture.

I never realized how good you have to be to keep your dog good. But it is SO worth it. There is nothing like a warm fuzzy, albeit smelly, puppy greeting you like he hasn't seen you in a million years, even though you just said hi five minutes ago. Puppies also keep you in shape. If you don't walk them, then they make you run them.. or after them.

The jist is that I love my growing puppy. Just thought you should know.

Ah. Sweet is the life of a dog owner. Mostly. Although I swore I would never become one of those creepy people who talk about how their dogs have such attitudes and are just like little people, apparently I have been infected by this ghastly disease and I simply have to extricate myself from society apart from this delicious little blog. Prepare to read some creepiness.

Henry is the best dog. Ever. Although he might have been subject to illegal genetic mutation to exist in such a superior state, we will steer clear of the popo and live our lives in blissful companionship.

Although the first time I saw him I could see through his flee ridden, poop stained coat that he was a champion, he did have what I THOUGHT were flaws. But after a bath with outrageously EXPENSIVE flea shampoo I could see that my doubts were that of one with no faith. Sometimes when I would take him to the bathroom at 3am he would pee and then run away from me. For the first few nights I would chase him down and graciously stuff him back into his kennel. But eventually I thought, to heck with it. If he wants to sleep out here that's fine. So he went and ran away and I was ABOUT to go back inside when he ran around the yard and relieved himself TWO MORE TIMES!

I know. He is truly a champion among beasts.

Aside from the obvious aspects you would expect a future best in show dog, he has many other good qualities. He is not snobbish, even though you would expect such attitude from a canine lady killer, on the contrary, he is great with kids and cats alike.

The third day I had him I looked into the back yard to see him running in tighter and tighter circles around my siblings until they were all rounded up into the most manageable little bundle and I thought to myself, 'What did I do to deserve so many blessings?'

The week has been quite eventful. Among other things my birthday was on the first and I must say that my present is quite exquisite.Is he not fabulous? I know I am one priveledged individual. He is a red merle Australian Shepherd. He has been dubbed Henry in honor of the star of the book (and movie) the Time Traveler's Wife. He is so sweet and adorable and awesome and handsome and cute and nice and easily pottietrainable and smells good and bathes readily and doesn't care for doggie treats and likes to lick my face even though it forces my robust skin into a ghastly rash and smartly herds my siblings into a neat little group and I'm pretty sure he has a thing for Mozart. Perhaps in the future I shall post pictures of my sister's new also Australian Shepherd though I must say that Daisy is hardly as debonair as my dear Henry. If you feel unquenshable jealousy anow, tis ok. You are only human and this is no dog for mere mortals.

A message to the few bodacious subscribers who did not commit suicide in my absence:

I know. I was wrong. I have come back to the side of truth, justice, and literary excellence. I was a fool to withdraw my shining presence from your life and, lets face it, the world is just better off with me here.
However dismal it was, my life did not cease to be glamorous beyond belief. And although it is a shame that you were not there to witness every shining moment, there is simply not enough processing power in your brain to comprehend it all at once. Take it from me, this is for your own well being. But for the sake of your sanity, I shall give you a brief recap of my life thus far.

I was born on a stormy night, under a full moon.

About sixteen years passed.

The first crowning event of my summer was a glorious trip to Seattle which I have raved thoroughly enough at this point in time but have still not done it nearly enough justice. No, your not confused, that sentence just doesn't make sense.

As is customary of my summers, I went from one of the largest cities in the country to as down and dirty as it gets. I courageously marched into the thick of scout camp with flashlight on belt, pneumonia in lung, and very little in stomach. Although my bravery is insurmountably stellar, try not to be too jealous, I made it a whole 12 hours before my parents had to rush me to the hospital where I was life flighted to a research facility so secret I can't even tell you the hemisphere in which it resides. . I don't want to have to kill you so I'll just stop right there.

After recovering what could have been a fatal attack on my immune system, I returned to camp. And although it started out rough, and, well, it ended a little rough too, but it was the single most amazing event of my life. I lived, laughed, and cried harder than I ever have before. Granted I mostly laughed in the wrong place and cried in front of people I only wanted to impress, it was like the first time I really knew where I belonged. It's strange to know that family is so broad a topic. To be old, young, socially grotesque, gifted with so many talents its hard to contain them in one blog, or so horribly single, and to still be willing to give up anything for each other was like magic.

The next few months passed in a heavy fog of post camp madness, which is to say my life truly sucked for the first time. I started work, started school, and read Carolyn Turgeon's new book Godmother. It was such a fascinating book. So dark and alluring and with an ending that spun the whole thing up in such brillinat perfection. Truly stellar.
But at the end of my summer festivities, I came down with a serious case of the snivels.

Which brings us to now.

I have been pretty darn sick. By pretty darn I mean stand up and almost faint, lay down almost suffocate, and never really get a full breath. Not much takes me down so hard, so I knew it could only be one thing. Now although the swine flu is quite a rare disease, nothing else could fell such a manly creature such as I.
A 'physician' *hack hack*, however, diagnosed my condition as none other than asthma. ASTHMA? I am far to debonair to be taken with a disease so commonplace! Aren't there laws against this kind of thing? There are middle class diseases and there are diseases that only people like Micheal Jackson, Heath Ledger, and myself are entitled too. I suppose that if I had been counted in the lucky few worthy of such a high class illnesses my name would have to go down in martyrdom, rather than stardom. But such is the life of rising star.

Other than that, the day that the world was first graced with my presence on is a mere sixteen days away and I must say that I'm surprised Good Morning America hasn't started the count down.
You know how television people are, waiting till the last minute, all about the dramatics.

It has been so.long. since I've talked to y'all. I apologize, how have you lived without me? The last six weeks I have probably been in town about four days. Lets start from the beginning, shall we?
So the first week of summer break, me and my broha went to Seattle and truly danced our hearts out. It was probably one of the most amazing experiences that have occurred as of this point in my life. I haven't been so tired, excited, or hot than that single week. I truly died with fatigue, almost peed in anticipation, and exploded in a grotesque fountain of sweat.
It was truly an amazing week.
After dis most amazing experience I had very good friends come into town and we had many adventures in an extremely debonair fashion.
After DIS most amazing experience, I had the most life changing experience I have ever....well EXPERIENCED! As you probably know, I've been working at Little Lemhi scout camp this summer. Prior to working there, that sentence would have sounded exceedingly twatty but after being there I realize what life is all about. I haven't been away from home a lot and it was nice to work out my limits, how hard I can work myself and how hard other people can work me even after I would have given up. I learned how to serve other people with a smile, even when you just want to cry. Up in the middle of nowhere, you only have your reputation and your honor starts to mean a lot more to you.
I learned to be happier than I've ever been. I learned how family can be much larger than you think.
I also learned that it's corny, but all good things really do come to an end, even the greatest things that have ever happened to you. But part of having great stuff taken away is realizing that you do have the potential to be happy. You DESERVE to be happy. When you are always looking to serve, to find the good in other people, to see all potential in all God's creation, there's a certain satisfaction in knowing you are worth it to. Some of you might remember my little compliment rampage a few months ago. Well I guess this is round two. This is how I feel so sorry for the typos, this deserves to not be edited.
This paragraph is only meant for you. So everyone else stop reading, this is private!
You ARE worth it. You deserve to be loved. You can do what ever you want. The time to live your dreams is now. Today is the day you become one hundred times what you thought you could be. Leave it all behind because nothing should hold you down. You are better than you can imagine, and anyone who says differently doesn't deserve a second more of your time so drop em' like de hot! Let your light so blind the world, because your just that good.

So through a series of 60s-90s television reruns I have decided that we suck. I need to know where my Rhoda\Kramer\Elaine\Creepy next door neighbor who always comes in unannounced is. My brother is to freakin right. We need porches!
I also made a small but inexplicably genius discovery. I have been pondering the picture of people chatting early morning style and I wondered why no one does that anymore, and I discovered the problems with this equation.
Problem #1
Nobody wakes up early enough anymore
Problem #2
Nobody would go outside just for the sake of conversation.
Problem #3
Things like that are just creepy nowadays.
Problem #4
Nobody smokes... Which is why everyone was out there in the first place..

So I thought about it and I decided that I am going to start a world wide family... ok. State wide...JUST A FAMILY, OK?
Anyhew. Whatever happened to the Marie Borones of this world. I want someone barging into my house unannounced to give me food\good conversation. Everybody is moving so fast these days it's like they have no time to slow down and talk.
M.S. (mid script) I apologize for all the random hugs\compliments\creepy smiles I liberally philanthropate in seminary. I am not gay\stalking you\trying to cut a lock of your hair for my pillow...
I just wish it was OK to look people in the eyes and talk. I want to do the weird french kiss on each cheek thing from now on!!!!
OK so we will work our way to that. For now we will just hug. But I CHALLENGE you to be friendlier, look people in the eye, and stir up some drama, even if you have to start rumors that may or may not imply your friend's pregnancy!! I am SICK of boring Idaho. Become a vegetarian! Win a knitting world record!!! And by golly start that breakfast club you have been yearning for all those years!!!! I will come, even if it takes some serious alarm clocking! Join my family!
Au revoir and you can borrow my mom's knitting needles if you want!!!
The end.

I am a new man. I faced my largest fear in the world last night, and only my dad was there to watch me. I am going to be an anesthesiologist when I am older so I figured, I should be able to reach inside a body... so last night as I was putting my plate in the sink I eyed possibly the most horrifying thing in the world lying in my sink. Granted, it has been there before, but it was equally traumatizing. It was a large bowl full of water, smoothy, pasta, seasoned fries, and nachos. I know. It was dirty dish water. And as I stood over that cesspool of infamy, I imagined I was back in Grey's Anatomy, and I thought, is this really more disgusting than reaching into someone? And I said, YES!!!!, and so I HAD TO DO IT! because then I would have absolutely no fears!!! And so I did it. And after I took a few personal hours after that to talk to a counselor, break things, and convulse in private, but after that, I am a new, strong, brilliant, charming, charismatic, handsome, attractive, daring, debonair, and all around fearless man!
And I'm still waiting for glorious iprodegy....
Another thing I might want to look into: reinventing the scrubs....or body building....
This week I also discovered my future car. The Bugatti 16.4 Can you say HOLY CRAP?!?!
That car is freakin amazing. Not only is she a speed daemon, but she is sleek enough make me wonder if she came out of a gun. And the black model is pretty much a new and improved bat mobile.
Should Batmobile be capitalized? hmmm....
I also saw Seven Pounds last night. I have to say that it was an awesome movie, but I think they hyped it up so much that people (me) were expecting the movie of a life time and when it didn't deliver....it was a leetle disappointing. But it was fabu, no doubt. I mean what cooler person in the world is there, than that that owns a box jellyfish?
But aside from the jellyfish I also thought that, maybe he was just trying to downplay it, and it DID fit the character nicely, but Will Smith seemed just a little bit blah in the movie. The other characters were awesome, and so awesome that Will got a little dull....to me....
But you can't argue with the man's taste in cars.
Anyhew. I am off to the glorious land of book borrowing.
The end.
P.S.
The authress Carolyn Turgeon invented the 'The end.' tag and I mercilessly stole it from her without even realizing it. I apologize. No copyright violated.... hopefully.
I think she also invented the word authress...

I have decided that life is rigged. I have also decided that Bill Gates sucks. What kind of fourteen year old is making 20,000 at 14?!?
But I have decided that being a doctor will best suit my purposes. Aside from entering the workforce at thirty, I am in charge (mostly), things are clean, organized, I like pressure, and it is a constantly expanding science, meaning that I will always be learning.
Just kidding. I just want the money.
I am constantly amazed at my fabu bff Carolyn Turgeon, or C-Ditty, as she likes me to call her. The further I read in her fabu new book Godmother, the better it gets. It is full of ununderstandable darkness, which I personally think is quite fabu.
You know, I was thinking that when my kids are adults, you won't EVER know when to use which fork, but there will be advanced Facebook etiquette. It's already developing. Ettiquete are just fancy rules that people agree on to say that this situation isn't awkward because there is a generally accepted solution. Like when you are friends with as many people as I am, it is very time consuming to write on every persons walls (advanced apologies if I have not written on your wall yet :S) So the question is. Who's job is it to write on the other party's wall first? Who's obligation is it? The person who invited, or accepted. It's the awkward telephone call
Hey.
Hello.
.....
Hello?
Yep. Still here.
Oh. Good...
Suddenly you wonder if someone has replaced your best friend with your annoying coworker you thought you dun in with a quart of Maalox and half a bottle of sarsaparilla.
Speaking of iPods, mine is still not here.....
But I DID order a fabulously fabu bottle of mah favorite cologne which Wal-Mart rudely refuses to carry any longer.
In other news, I am on the forth chapter of my revisions in my book, Juno. They are coming along nicely, until I discovered that Juno is a girl's name.... history must be mistaken.
Anyway. Random House called me and told me that their CEO has retired and they were wondering if I wanted to do it as a little side thing, on the side. I'm not sure. I don't know if I want to settle for a seven figure income just yet.
But I SHALL consider.
Au revoir, mes amis.
Terminar.

can we just take a moment and not capitalize anything or punctuate or gramarate like that gold ole' poet of old this is a question mark

soooo many things have happened since i havnt posted since march twenty sixth exclamation point exclamation point exclamation point

first of all coma my amazing and awesome and friend meredith started her swing scene in idaho falls which is coma yeah coma awesome exclamation point exclamation point exclamation point stop she is pretty much an amazing teacher coma as is her awesome and equally amazing friend guy rick stop

meanwhile at max planet coma i have been working on the revisions on my second book and they are coming along mui fabuloso stop

any way coma back to me stop i purchased my tickets for capitalize camp jitterbug uncapitalize exclamation point exclamation point exclamation point exclamation point exclamation point exclamation point exclamation point exclamation point exclamation point exclamation point exclamation point exclamation point exclamation point exclamation point

enough about that though coma my mui fabuloso cousen hunter has been tearing it up youtube style stop

meanwhile coma carolyn turgeon and i have recently purchased out tickets to the bahamas stop after three weeks of organic spas coma three hour massages coma and camel riding coma we will leave the drab bahamas and travel to fiji coma oahu coma the caribean coma and rhode island stop it will pretty much be an all around awesome book tour for moi stop

meanwhile easter was fabu and i received a great many jelly bellies and other wondrous gifts stop

rant time coma i ordered a fabulous itouch via the ebay and it has taken a month and it is not stop even stop here stop exclamation point exclamation point exclamation point exclamation point

anyway coma i am off to save some whales coma tata stop

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iPods are funny\amazing things. Aside from their breach in the most rudimentary grammar law, I've always viewed Apple as a world that is... difficult. As my mom always says, Apple is 'like the mafia, easy to get into, but virtually impossible to get out of.' It's funny, but it is also true. iPods are the only real option in the mp3\mp4 business that stays below the four hundred dollar limit, while still delivering the amount of quality that (I) want.
I remember the first time I saw an iPod. It was the shuffle. I remember looking at that stick of gum and I heard a distant voice moaning that I could listen to hours of music\books on this little chip off the old apple. It was fascinating. Yet my ten year old wallet-pocket was not exactly busting at the seams.
However my day to own an mp3 player did come. It was a nice thing but still didn't have the features I wanted (video, LED screen, and INTERNET).
But eventually (like five years later) my dreams did come true. I own an iPod Touch and (I hate to say it) they are truly amazing. The weird thing about it is that it's hardly believable as an mp3 player- A small, portable, touch screen computer however, yeah. That might be it. I really love it and the possibilities are pretty much endless. The hard thing is that when so many features are available via wifi and they are mostly all under 99 cents.... Temptation becomes quite spankin'.
Apple is a constantly expanding company. It does have strange features though. Where most companies try to go forward with their companies, it's like Apple has a little mini company coming out it's backside. At the head of Apple it has constantly improving iTouches coming out it's nostrils, but on the tail end of things it's like they are disassembling the shuffle bit by bit.
First they took off the handle to it. Instead of fitting into the palm of your hand it now fits comfortably pinched between your fingers. And yet they weren't happy with the lunatic size. "No. Just because it can be lost in the washer doesn't mean it's finished. I want it to be able to get lost in lint trap too!"
I really start to wonder. What are the cases going to look like for this thing? And with apple prices... scary. 1\2 milimeter silicone case... just 14.99. Pretty soon people are going to be cutting off the ends of straws and shovin it on there. Bam. Instant protection.
As Orson Scott Card puts it, "It's as if they were trying to build the world's smallest car, and they did it, but then they kept on going and now the car is so small that you can't actually fit the steering wheel or pedals inside -- or a person, either, for that matter -- so now you have to stand on the rear bumper and control it with a remote.

So you haven't invented the world's smallest car, you've invented the world's most cumbersome scooter.

Likewise, the new iPod Shuffle isn't the world's smallest mp3 player, it's the world's most overdesigned 4gig flash drive, because that's all it's good for. Unless you have prehensile ears that can grip the earbuds and hold them in place."
I have to agree. Not only do they have the gall to make the earphones in such crappish style, but then they build the controls into them to cut off any line of escape...
You made the iTouch. Be happy. Always check your lint trap first thing.

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Bajio does most everything right. They call you 'Princess', stuff everything to the max, and make absolutely amazing spicy dressing. I was out on a absolutely amazing spicy dressing spree, we can just call it AASDS, I waited in line, smelled the crunchy-to-perfection chips, heard the mariachis, and ordered the dressing.
The grand total was 4.22. That was fine. The most gracious thing that Bajio did for me was ring up my change due as 420.50. This was quickly becoming the most amazing AASDS I had EVER been on. Suddenly the kind lady behind the desk turned as red as a chili pepper and, though she didn't speak much English, managed to spit out a 'Sorry...'
But HEY. What does SHE have to be sorry about? I'm not the one who just lost her paycheck. I am FINE with my change due. I might even fill up the change bowl while.I.am.at.it.
Suddenly I've got about three other associates pushing about every button on the cash register. I am starting to think that this AASDS should be aborted...
But my praise quickly turned to complaint as amazing customer service turned to 3 cents back. The least they could do was give me some Bajio bucks. I mean, come on, I was almost holding a new iPhone.
However, all in all it was a good salad so I guess I should not be complaining.....





What am I talking about. That is MAH JOB! And I even made you up an awesome letter-name...

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In other news I am starting script frenzy next month and I must say, my ideas are flourishing quite nicely. My idea for an emotional, literary, librarian vigilante are coming along quite.nicely.
The.end.

Wow. It has been so freaken long since I have posted. Many great and wonderful things have happened since I last checked in. For one amazing thing, I GOT AN Itouch!!! An or A?... Oh well. (which is why my spelling/grammar is so positively atrocious right now.
Another positively amazing thing is I got Ender In Exile. Ok. So that might not be positively amazing but you have to admit it is at leat a little mazing.)
I don't know if I already posted About this , but CAROLYN TURGEON sent me her new book Godmother and many other fancy things from Three Rivers Press. I have to admit she is one of the coolest people I know...
In other news...Happy birthday ¡Audra! I painted my chest purple for you and you didn't even show up. But tis ok. Pictures have been taken and facebook will soon be bombarded with portriates of my fiendish abs/pecs. I know. I do not dissapoint.
Fare thee well frow potatoes. My neck aches ok staring at dad poccito ventana.
The end.
P.S.
Isn't it weird when you are not famous so it is ok to steal a gag. Then all the sudden all of your friend's friends are viewing said copie gags.... Ironic really.

Hola potatitos. How have you managed to limp along without the music of my words for so long? For the lack of jazz in your life obviously because of my lack of posting, I apologize.
First thing first. I am reading this AMAZING book. It is called My Sister's Keeper. I have seen it probably a hundred times at the library, B&N, or in my friend's hand. I have always ignored it because the cover (in my opinion) says 'Read me! I will PMS until you want to puke and then I will tell you about man problems.' But it doesn't. It is about a girl who's sister has leukemia. She was born so that her sister could have an exact match for blood transfusions and bone marrow transplants ect. The problem is that no one has ever asked Anna (the main character)for the right to her body. She finally gets enough and contacts a lawyer for the rights to her body. It is a touching book (thus far). It also has a dark undertone because if she wins her lawsuit and quits giving her valuable body to her sister her sister will die.
What I mainly wanted to talk about is music today. I really love music. Once someone asked me if music was important to me. By the way he said it I could tell that he wasn't asking me if I like music. Everyone likes music. He was wondering if music spoke to me it did to him. I guess I hadn't really noticed it before then, how important music was to me.
(Unfortunately for most of you) I enjoy my own company more than anyone else. I like to be alone for the majority of my time. I spend most of my time wooing over Hayley Williams\writing\listening to music. There is just certain things that no other things can do to speak to my soul like music can.
Most of you know that I am in love with Hayley Williams. Y'all probably know her better by the name Paramore, the band she sings in. Yeah they are the best band ever so obviously they are one of my favorites, if not my favorite.
I have compiled a oh so helpful list for you to gaze into my soul. My kind of music needs to be thoughtful but it also has a lot of jazz? in it. Enjoy. I think my favorites are Paramore, Panic at the Disco, Fallout Boy, Switchfoot, Regina Spektor, Jason Mraz, Relient K (I know, but they aren't as shallow as they seem), Sia, Amy Whinehouse, M.I.A., to name a few. One artist that has yet to breach the gap of the tube is Kina Grannis. Listen to her originals, especially Strong Enough. I really like her music.
I didn't want this to be an informative blog but I guess that's kind of what it was. I just want to encourage everyone to find what they love. 'People like people who know what kind of music they like'. I guess I am just sick of people who like what's played on the radio. If the two circles overlap than that is ok, but if you only listen to what Z103 feeds you than you will never have much substance when it comes to music or... life.
So in closing, don't scoff at Paramore, don't laugh at Panic at the Disco, don't get high to Fallout Boy, don't think Switchfoot is just another Hinder, look through the nonsense of Regina Spektor's lyrics, no Amy Whinehouse is not just a drug addict, Jason Mraz has much more insight than surfing, Relient K is not just some boy band, Sia is not as frightening as her videos, an M.I.A is not just chick rap. ENJOY
fin.

I must say that a cafe is quite an interesting place to hang out, especially if you have a nifty book from whence to hide behind whilst spying.
I recently spent an hour or so in an unnamed Starbuckish coffee shop, sipping glamorous Hazelnut soda because they were all out of ma favorite TOFFEE NUT! Anyhew.
Whilst spying I noticed several interesting person(s) which I quite correctly assumed y'all would be inoxerably interested in.
Interesting Person(s) #1
I spied a lovely Italian family doing homework together and it reminded me of my homeland. Sort of. Homeland of the heart! There was the bookish granddaughter, the officish father, and the oh-so-you-just-want-to-fish-with-even-though-your-a-vegetarian-because-you-know-he-will-be-full-of-good-and-insightful-conversation-and-old-Englandish-childhood-stories-grandfather. And I thought how have we become so busy that looking at this happy family of three generations, that doing homework in a coffee shop seams so alien to me? And they didn't act as if it wasn't a duty. They laughed through the algebra like it was leisure time, which indeed they made it to be. So I decided, I am going to value myself and time more and love every moment, even my stupid and pointless math homework.
Interesting Person(s) #2
I also spied some ladies that were... southern? Anyhew, one of them had white hair, black lipstick, smoke wrinkles and long, manicured, black nails and she had such an air of glamor. She must have had surgery or been hurt because she walked awkwardly, but she had such a presence, and she didn't even try. It was as if she was brought into the world with glamor and she simply couldn't help it. So I decided that I want to simply be debonair without even trying.
Interesting Person(s) #3
I also spied this one youngster (about my age) and he was talking politics and debate like it was going out of style and he was also the only one talking in a three person conversation and I realized that there is to much fear in the world that to spend every three way person conversation filling people's ears with fear is simply a waste of time. So I decided that I will focus only on lovely things and not horribly terrifying world affairs.
I know. It is simply exhausting being my glamorous and perceptive self.
The end.

Yes. Consider my blog REVAMPED!
It's probably about time. My oh so glamorous readers have probably become bored with me so why not zazzle their eyes with some sufficiently sweet eye candy.
I am returned from the ever so swingishly fancy Harlem Nights. I swung the night away (or so it might seem to the outward eye) but in reality I was quite nervous (I know, how could it be possible?).
We danced at many a place but I must say that my favorite was an awesome little hot spot called Club New York. (Yes I do know the black guy. He hung out on the side lines and gave me de eye and I thought I would get shot) It had LEVELS and NEON LIGHTS. And was pretty much all together awesome.
Also I discovered that I am in Love with Orson Scott Card's new book Ender in Exile, as I am sure that all of you are.
In other news, I am working on my second draft of the second chapter of my second novel, which I must say is coming out quite nicely.
It always strikes me as a funny thing when money comes my way. I am quite a selfish person. (This is the part where you comment and say that I am not) and as such I spend most of my time doing fun stuff in stead of pulling in a great sum of money. So when I do I have a troublesome time spending it on the right thing. After to long in the state of wealth my mind begins to wander on thoughts of purchasing expensive chocolates, expensive hair gels, and expensive space pens. Of coarse I always stay my hand at these troublesome thoughts. Some day Mrs. Perfect Gift will come along and by then I'll have a whole heap'a money to spend on her.
Another troublesome thing in my life. Every re fried time I go out of town, I miss my writer's group's meeting! It is really starting to tick my clock off. But alas I have sent in a petition to the esteemed members and we might start meeting twice a month.
Also I have decided to learn sign language and already know approximately six signs, OH YEAH!
Until again, good night sweet princess, may Hayley William's voice sing thee to thy rest.
The end.
P.S.
This is the first time I've done a P.S. It's quite exciting.
P.P.S.
I wrote this whole post with a guitar in my lap. SWUISAM!

I have hardly no time to write this morning because I am being limo'd off to another, incredibly glamorous swing exchange!
Wish me happy dancing and love at first sight... or just happy dancing.
I must now go pack my glamorous bag.
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Fun blogs have been few and far between. Hopefully I haven't shed a fun part of my DNA. Hopefully not. Oh well.
Why must we take ourselves so seriously. I wish to make no examples or personal references. So I guess this will have to be a self assessed test. Why do you take yourself so seriously. Just because I couldn't come to your birthday party doesn't mean that shirt you wore totally clashed with my shoes. (even though it did).
Just because I stopped doing this unnamed activity with you doesn't mean that I hate everything we ever did and stood for when doing it.
That's as deep as I can go into those waters without becoming personal.
I have found that math is the key to my plot. All I have to do is sit down at late hours with a mound of math in front of my and I feel this tiny flame turn on and my literary juices start to heat up and though it's not quite fully formed yet, I feel tiny connections begin to collect inside of my plot cell walls like bubbles clinging to the side of a pan. And before you know it my mind is filled with a rolling boil and I haven't gotten any math done but I have filled up a whole note book filled with plot.
Which brings me to notebooks. I like to be Eco friendly. Not because I feel if I don't buy shoes which are made out of something out of a koala the earth will be in tumult. But why not be as Eco friendly as possible. If I were huge and round and in places covered in water, wouldn't I want to be friendly to the tiny things crawling all over my body?... Ok. Maybe not.
Anyway! One dark and stormy night, I was in need of a note book so I shimmied my way on over to Staples and looked for first, bound paper without a spirally ring down the spine (which is quite painful if you are left handed, second, no stupid subject dividers (which I simply don't like), and third, Eco chic if possible. So I found a note book with considerable chic and pizazz and also Eco friendly, but upon further inspection I found no proof that it was actually recycled. At first I thought it was a gimmick. But upon further further inspection, I found out that it was actually bagasse paper. No I did not just go there. I did however go to a sugarcane processing institution, gather fiber wasted in the process, and make it into an environmentally friendly notebook.
How's that for an Absolut world?

"What are friends for, to slam your finger in the door?
To hit you with a bat and ball, no they are not for that at all.
Friends are to care, to love, and depend, Friends are to be there till the end."
9 Year old Mother.


Friends are a tricky subject. Friendship is terrific when in the slammer, awkward when the relationship goes Titanic, cute when it ranges on the gender scale, and sucky when you realize that you are the friend... The only friend...
Never the less. We always make more friends. No many how many you have you always crave more. And if your lucky, other people crave your friendship.
And even if we're totally destroyed by one we are always stupid enough to make more eventually, even if we never actually let them in.
And then I feel bad for feeling like a phony for being people's friends but never investing myself and withdrawing every vulnerable part of me from danger.
So how long can a heart be broken before it just don't snap back together anymore?

There are not enough (clean) words on the planet to describe my excitement\happiness right now. So, in the event that you know there aren't enough (clean) words, I am so freaken, totally and completely, utterly, solely, wholly, and absolutely flying on euphoria!!!!!
CAROLYN TURGEON YOU BEAUTIFUL POTATOES...pantpant...ON HER BLOG...ME!...SIGNED COPIES...NEW BOOK....WONDERFUL.
Whatever this feeling is I sure as heck hope it doesn't have a hangover. I mean how many times do you get to be called kick-@$$? Well in my case, once in a life time.
THE END!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

(This is a school project and I find I write better as a blog so... YAY!)

Throughout history man, collectively as a species has striven to clarify and shed light where ever ignorance is found. Perhaps it is the defining factor that sets apart our species as the dominant one of the planet: our constant quest for greater knowledge. So why would we ever try to keep a dark blanket of ignorance over our own eyes? I think it is that we don't want to face the consequences of our own actions.
Meat is murder. If you say otherwise it is only because you haven't taken the time to research that what happens to those animals in the slaughter houses is a direct result of the market for meat. You are the market. Don't ever say that just because one person stops buying meat doesn't mean the production of meat will slow any. Never say that all those animals will be slaughtered anyway. I ask you how is it not going to change anything. Would you say the same thing about a drug dealer? If there was no market for baby wipes than there would be no baby wipe companies.
But the hard truth that I and so many others have to come face to face with is not that people don't care, it's that they won't care. They refuse to be educated. They refuse to think about what they have done because reality is too horrifying to even think about on a full stomach. Doesn't this tell you anything? It's not that you don't care! You keep yourself so high on ignorance that you can't see past your own hands into the slaughter houses where you may as well swinging the final swipe with your own hand. The responsibility would be equally as great.
So why do we constantly renew our peachy reality with cartoon characters advertising a half off sale of their hind quarters? Something tells me those cows advertising Chick-fil-A don't want you to eat-mor-chikin. I think they would feel more sympathy than that.
So if truth is to horrifying to even think about on a full stomach, change your reality. But unless you are willing to know exactly what you are doing on a full stomach then reassess the situation. Be intelligent. Change one reality until they all change, because the truth is not that you won't make a difference, it's that you make all the difference.

I haven't posted for so long and I need to so here it is.
Much has happened. Much fun mostly.
Fun #1 A week ago my brother, my mother, and myself went to Salt Lake to attend a swing exchange in Utah. It was soooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo much fun and we danced almost eternally. I think our hours added up to about twenty something a day. We danced from noon to five and then from five to eight and then from eight to midnight and then from midnight to four thirty in the morning!!!!
Yes. Pretty much incredible, and we don new incredible shirts advertising our lavish lifestyle.
Fun #2 My dad got me a guitar!!!! YAY!!!! I absolutely love it and she has been crowned Susan by my brother. Even though I don't really know how to play yet, her strings still sound beautiful.
Fun #3 Maybe this should be in FUn #2 but oh well...
I got a guitar DVD and it is awesome and the tutor is even AUSTRALIAN. What more could a guitarist ask for?
Fun #4 I discovered this new... sport? No. Game? No. Art form? YES! Anyweigh, it is called Parkour and it was started by David Belle and yeah. Look it up.
That's about it for now. TTLY!!!!
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OH my GOODNESS! So muy has happened.This is all going to be a blur so gurt your loins or whatever.
1. I have become a VEGAN! yay! Again... It has happened before but it is pretty much... yeah. It is permanent. All I have to do is think about a pussy, cancerous utter and my hand practically jumps off the cheese. It feels really good too. I have much more energy and it is nice.
2. I discovered (OK, I didn't DISCOVER it but I do think it is awesome) the most awesome sport. IT is called Parkour. That is a link to some guys free running and it is just amazing. It's like being a ninja as a hobby.
3. I bought pineapple at the store and the lady had to look up the number... Yeah. Our nation is not very healthy.
4. CAROLYN TURGEON!!!!!!!!!!!! What? You haven't HEARD OF HER?!?! Well then you idiots. She wrote Rain Village and is all around awesome and guess what? She talks to me! YAY!
I did a little mini interview and she answered them and here they are the end.


1. When did you first know you were a writer?
I always knew I was a writer, I think, or at least I always wanted to be one. I loved books and libraries as far back as I can remember, and I was a super dreamy kid who liked to lock herself away in her room and read. Plus I read the Betsy-Tacy books and Betsy was always dreaming of being a writer and scribbling in her notebook and I thought it was incredibly, devastatingly romantic.

2. What were the most important steps in becoming a writer for you?
I guess it would be figuring out how to write a novel. It takes incredible willpower and discipline, and you can't be intimidated by it. Rain Village took me 10 years and that's because I wrote it in fits and starts and when I got stumped I'd stop for like two years.

3. What was the first story you ever wrote?
I wrote my first book when I was 8, "Mystery at the Dallas Zoo," about a bunch of kid sleuths trying to solve the mystery of the stolen tapir!

4. Where do you write?
Anywhere, really, with a laptop, but I prefer writing in cafes or at home at a desk in front of a big window.

5. What are your hobbies when you are not writing?
I play accordion, I do photography (just started dark room), I travel and read... I bellydance and work out with a trainer. I love film and theater and bands and old swanky bars.

6. What is your favorite book?
One Hundred Years of Solitude, definitely. It's sweeping and grand and beautiful and Gabriel Garcia Marquez is like an old time storyteller who'd weave tales around a fire.

7. What is the best story you ever wrote?
I haven't written a ton of stories. I started Rain Village in college and just focused on it for years. I'd say my second novel, Godmother, which comes out in March, is the best thing I've written. It's more structured than Rain Village, more tight. You'll see!

8. Where was Rain Village first conceived?
I started Rain Village for a college course with Paul West. It was just a short story about a place called Rain Village. At the same time I was writing a paper for an Italian class about the three rings story cycle -- three versions of this old tale about a father of three sons who has a very valuable ring and ends up having two copies made and giving rings to each son... but only the father knows which is the real one, as with the world's religions -- and was basing my original story on that tale... But as I developed this world I just felt like there was a bigger story to be told, and I plucked out a minor character, Tessa, and the whole thing ended up being her story, and Rain Village ended up being the place her mentor Mary comes from and tells her so many stories about.

9. Do you write about how you wish the world was, full of love and glamour like in Rain Village?
Maybe, but I think the world IS full of love and glamour, too. Amongst every other thing. Sometimes you do have to take special note of it, however.


10. Did you ever have a mentor like Mary?
No, but I have had various people in my life who served Mary-like functions. Friends, teachers, family members. Mary's just a combination of all of them, as well as my version of the most kick-@*$ female who ever lived

Finding things out about yourself is just as hard as solving a mystery or trying to set the clock on a VCR. When you do put things together I just have to post about them.
Yeah, I know. Most of my posts lately are self realizations. If you don't like it then don't read any further.
Betrayal is bitter. Just a short time ago I had never felt it and now that I have it's taken me almost two weeks to just figure out what I am feeling, let alone sort them all out into specific categories.
At first I was sure I could never trust, let alone look at this person again. No matter how much I felt sorry for this person I could not find a place inside of me where I would ever let them inside my soul. I was a completely new person after this, living on new levels and looking at everything with new perspective.
Betrayal is something strange. Part of the reason I couldn't work through my feelings is that this betrayal was so big that I couldn't see both ends of it at the same time and so I would work through my feelings one at a time but even after doing that I would look back at the whole ugly thing and not accept it.
So I gave up. I figured it would be years before I would feel the same about this person, if that.
Isn't it weird that music is truly for the emotionally gifted. Music is all good but then you have a crush on someone and all of these love songs make sense and touch you. And then you get your heart bruised and all the bitterness in those notes you can sympathize with. And when anything breaks your heart, truly breaks it, opens you up so wide there all the bitterness falls out, music is something that reaches inside of you and pulls you apart on the inside. Whether it's just sitting on the couch, in the hair cutting salon, or in the car, all the sudden I'm far away in music where all I have are these feelings and there is no escape. So I figured that I could only really sympathize with this kind of music, a feeling that felt so fulfilling to me, as long as these feelings were in my heart. After I had forgiven this person all this clarity would be gone. It didn't feel like bitterness holding on to these feelings, because I wasn't holding on. I just wasn't letting go. They weren't pulling so I wasn't giving.
But then I realized, I can forgive this person and still feel these feelings, where before I thought that if I had forgiven this person than I wouldn't be entitled to feel this way, it wouldn't be fair. And, in truth, I'll never feel the same way about that person, but also I realized that I can still feel this way and forgive because it's not temporary sadness and bitterness that brings me into focus. I am so irreversibly changed that these things are written in my soul. No matter how many years I go after forgiveness I can still feel these feelings because I am changed. I can always go back and be in that music and feel sadness in it's rawest form but not be bitter because I am better and clearer because of it.
Sorry, kind of a lot of raving today but I had to get that out of my system.
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Hi yall. Yeah. I'm blogging. It's probably against the doctors orders, but what the doctor doesn't know can't hurt him. Alas, living without depth perception is no fun.
Wait a minute. You don't know what happened. How rood of me.
Here's how it went. I was sledding in some icy gravel pits in Ucon, being pulled up the hill by a faithful friend, and then I don't know what happened, BECAUSE I was hit in the face with another sledder. I WOULD have remembered had I not been glamorously knocked out on the ice. Well I woke up and drug myself up the hill and then on the way home received a bloody nose. When I got home I figured out I have a concussion. As of today my eye is a dark, dark purple, swollen shut, and my head throbs, I have no depth perception, but aside from that I am doing all right. That's about all for today because it hurts to read\look at the screen. Just thought I would keep you updated.
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