I hope that all you nonexistent people who read my journal have read this article because it's really important to know what's going on in the world right now.  (I'm taking cues from gogollescent here.)  I attempted and failed to post this on my facebook, but since I actually know how to use livejournal, I shall use it to promote global freedom!  (Somebody tell me how to change my timezone...)

This place is crazy.  I'm not even kidding.

I'm having a ton of fun, of course, but it's crazy.  My roommate, gogollescent and I have decided that the brownies they serve in the cafeteria are actually crack brownies, because it makes us feel a lot better to blame our insane behavior on the brownies.  Yeah.

So thus far, in my class, besides all the obvious writerly pursuits, we have: gotten into an argument about whether Eragon was stolen from Lord of the Rings or Star Wars; sung the Potter Puppet Pals song; had a lovely moment when all of us gathered 'round the table (including the teacher) and sang Weird Al's The Saga Begins.  (Have I mentioned I'm in the fantasy/sci fi class?  Yeah.)

I've been writing a lot of stuff.  It's great.  I should really start posting some of my writing on here.  Does anybody actually read this blog thingy?

I took a food writing class yesterday.  It was super exciting.  Now I'm sitting here in the computer lab wanting to eat something, which would require going out into Iowa City, since it's Sunday and they don't serve food until lunch...so I need to go take my pills, I guess, and then convince Lara to come get fooooood...

So this is finals week.  This week I discovered something rather disturbing about myself, and it's this: whenever I'm faced with the task of doing something really important (i.e. studying for finals) I check out books at the library and read those instead.  So, in two days, I've read two books.  This is strange for me.  Usually I only do this during breaks, when I really have nothing else to do.  Except for some reason, I would really just rather read than study.  (Speaking of, I need to read all my Brit Lit stuff again...)  So I thought, since I have been so totally unproductive, some good might as well come of it.  (Not that anybody reads this blog...)  The books I have read are these: The Extras, and The Amazing Maurice and his Educated Rodents.  While both were great, I enjoyed the second one a lot more.  Even if it almost got me in trouble during my history final, as I kept giggling.

The Amazing Maurice and his Educated Rodents by Terry Pratchett

When I picked it up at the library, it was more because I saw TERRY PRATCHETT than anything.  I really had no idea what it was about, except for the fact that there was someone amazing named Maurice, and he had educated rodents.

And yes.  This is in fact true.  However, it gets better.  You see, Maurice is a cat.  One day he found that he could speak and think like a human, and then he met the rats.  They'd been eating out of a dumpster at a magical university, and had developed the ability to talk and think.  When Maurice found the stupid-looking kid playing the flute, he immediately came up with a plan to make some money: the rats would infest a village, and the village would pay the kid to lead all the rats out.

And the plan worked marvelously, until they came to the town of Bad Blintz.  The town looked rich, but they had no food.  The mayor's daughter, Malicia, caught the kid and Maurice talking, and she added herself to their little band.  But soon, they all realized there was something much worse in Bad Blintz than just a fake plague of rats.

I'm quite sure that it's obvious I've never really recommended or reviewed a book before...but I thought this book was worth a try.  Terry Pratchett is, of course, an amazing writer.  I've only read a few of his books before, but I knew there was really no way I could go wrong with him.  And, of course, I was right.

There are some really awful parts in this book.  But then there are a bunch of hilarious parts.  That's the thing I've noticed about his writing; it can be really serious one second and then the next it's the funniest thing ever.  I think Malicia is one of my favorite characters ever.  She's related to the sisters Grim (Eviscera and Agonista), and has definitely inherited their storytelling ability.  I loved that the way her father punished her was to lock her out of her room so she couldn't get to her books.  She has a huge bag, in which she carries just about everything you can think of, just in case she happens to be kidnapped or takes off on some kind of adventure. 

The kid (whose name turns out to be Keith) is wonderful.  He's really not stupid at all, just quiet.  And in the end...well.  That would be a definite spoiler.  Maurice is very feline.  If my cats could talk, they would be just like Maurice.  Except probably not as smart.

So.  It was a great book.  (Let's pretend that wasn't an awkward end, shall we?)

So I've just read over the past twenty or so posts I've written, and I found them to be surprisingly funny.  (Of course, I'll laugh at anything, so really, I might not be as funny as I think I am.  Which isn't much to begin with, really.)

Update!

I have now tried the sleeping pill with Abe Lincoln and the beaver.  It did not work.

I am totally slugging my way through a whole lot of ever so lovely health problems, which is not fun at all.  I would like very much to be a normal person.

On the other hand, I got into the incredibly competitive Iowa Young Writers' Studio, which I'm quite happy about.

...And now I'm going to go take a style quiz, because I am that lame and totally am avoiding going to bed.

So today Kateleh and I drove up to see wheo at her school, and there is much fun to be had.

In fact, I am currently in her school's computer lab (er...maybe it's a library...) and the chairs are pretty much amazing (for serious).

...Sadly, the coffee place was closed.  There would have been free coffee pour moi, as Wheo doesn't drink coffee but has a coffee allowance and thus, FREE!  (Uh.)

We ate lunch at Steak 'n' Shake.  It took us several hours until we finally left, at which point we sauntered (read: drove) off to Walmart.  Wheo and I got little paper cars at Steak 'n' Shake, which besides the fact that Kateleh and I journeyed down here, was the highlight of our day--not that the whole trip hasn't been amazing thus far, but really, we got paper cars that were supposed to only be for small children.  How exciting is that?

(Pretty exciting.  Let me tell you.  Really.)

And then I frolicked around the campus like a small embarrassing child, except my friends are used to it since...they're my friends and understand.  And Wheo frolicks too.  It's great fun.

In support of the wereyorkies....

           

( Cupcake )

(Okay, not famous.)

This morning was full of humor.  It was. 

The funniest thing started with wine.

I was telling my best buddy miceonehalf about how I'd seen this wine called Funky Llama.  Since our friend Maddie's nickname (not by her own choice!) is Llama, I expressed my intent to buy her some Funky Llama for her twenty-first birthday.  Alice and I agreed that Maddie will probably have a very low tolerance for alcohol, and thusly, Alice called her over to us and then said, very loudly, "Maddie, when you get drunk for the first time, we will be there to protect you.  And your virginity!"  Maddie spluttered a bit, as she is wont to do, while Alice and I cracked up, even though we were quite serious.  And then it happened.  Somebody I am not really friends with, but who thinks we are just bosom buddies (Bird) piped up and said, "Will you guys protect me too?"

...There was a second's pause.  And then I said (completely without thinking!), "Um.  That's been and gone."  It was rather funny, but also a huge slip because I've been trying very hard not to tell her what I actually think of her.  But sometimes my mouth runs away...and everybody laughed, even her and her boyfriend, which I didn't get, because I'm pretty sure my brain meant it as an insult (I mean...yeah...seems that way, right?).

Anyway.  Since I am just that lame and that bored (and also procrastinating on school work...) I felt like posting this.

(Not that anybody reads this...)

I've been languishing on my sofa for about a week now.  Found out I had a cyst on my tailbone.  (The size of a golfball, it turned out...)  So there was extreme pain, and it was awful and seriously, I've become bipolar.  One minute I'll be perfectly fine, and then something can happen and I'll completely break down...which I guess can quite easily happen when you're in excruciating pain all the time.  It sucks.  Luckily, my doctor took care of it yesterday (which is how I found out that the stupid thing was the size of a golf ball...).  I've now missed four days of school.  I never thought I'd actually miss school.

So a few minutes after my mom left to go shopping, I answered the phone and I seriously thought it was someone trying to find out where I live so they could stalk me (...actually, she was delivering for Hyvee, which she did say.  I'm just paranoid.)  So after I hung up, yadda yadda yadda (I love that episode of Seinfeld...) I now have a huge plate of chocolate covered fruit from my grandparents.  Then I discovered one of my friends sent me a get well ecard, and several other people inquired about my wellbeing via facebook (yeah...).

I feel better.  I will go to school tomorrow, and if for some reason I am unable to do this, I will cry and go crazy.  I actually want to go back.

Sometimes I think my friends and I have too much fun. 

So last night, after the one acts, four of us went out to have sushi, which was, of course, fascinating.  (By this, I mean mindwentblank filmed the bubbles in my choir daughter's Sierra Mist and then all four of us crowded around and watched the film for a while because we're all that lame and it amused us way more than it should have, but hey, this is why we're friends.)  So anyways.  

We sat there making absolute fools of ourselves while the guy making sushi looked at us kind of funny.  And this was before we opened the fortune cookies...I take all blame for this part.  But it's true, when you add "in bed" to the end of your fortune, it's so much funnier!  So we all ended up pretty much dying, which was really funny.  There were so many awkward quotes...

After the sushi episode, we skittered on over to Walmart for sugar.  (I mean, cookies.  Not...a bag of sugar...)  Except we decided we wanted doughnuts so we headed over to Niemans, where we created an excuse for why I was getting L home a little later than promised (and then she called her mom and recited this excuse which went like this:

L: Hi Mom.  Sorry I'm late.  We tipped over a cow.
L's mom:  ...Cow-tipping?
L: No, we tipped over a cow.
L's mom: Elaborate.
L: ...We tipped the car over a cow.

Which we DIDN'T, but it sure makes a funny story....)  Uh.  Where was I?  Oh.  So we were totally giggling over the Emo Deli Boy, not because he was especially cute or anything, but more because I had gone and called him Emo Deli Boy, because really...he was.  In the end, we did buy a plate of chocolate long johns, which of course inspired many doughnut euphemisms as we drove to L's house.  L proceeded to give her mom one of the doughnuts, to make up for her being a little late. 

In the end, after dropping off my daughter, I started turning down the wrong road until I realized it was the wrong one, at which point Julie and I laughed hysterically because the road disappeared into the night/forest and it was really quite creepy but, since it was us, it spurred several jokes about what was lurking down the road.

In the end, I decided to write a story involving Emo Deli Boy and a car crash in which someone gets doughnuts shoved in their face.  So the evening was so totally productive.

So I realized today that I really am a nerd (okay, admittedly, I knew this before, but, uh...never mind.)  I'm sure most people don't sit in the back of their lit classes (yeah.  Classes.  I enjoy reading, okay?) writing down their revelations in a notebook, and, uh, writing down pretty lines and also the bits that are totally allusions.  Oh yeah.

For instance!  "Water, water, everywhere/and not a drop to drink."  I always thought some weirdo just made that up.  BUT NO.  (Well...yes.)  It was, in fact, from Samuel Taylor Coleridge's poem "The Rime of the Ancient Mariner."  (This poem is also where the saying about having an albatross around one's neck came from, although personally I've never heard this saying, but oooookay.)  It's very exciting.  And nerdy.  But also exciting.

Yeah.  Well.

I may have mentioned I'm applying to a writing program in Iowa?  Yeah.  Freaking out a little about that.  Just a little.  (Read: LOT.)  There is such panic in my brain.  You always know when my brain is panicking/dying/being grossly overused (...they're all really the same thing for me) because I'll generally start playing piano way more than usual, probably annoying my family, and also I usually stop sleeping.  (Not so unusual for me, since I never sleep very much, although I'd certainly like to...)  I guess some good things come out of this brain overdrive thing I put myself through...I got a really good grade on my Human Anatomy final because I nearly killed myself studying, and the song I'm playing for competition got really good and also I kind of realized I'd like to continue to play piano, like in classes and stuff....

Ergh...but the side effects of the overdrive are not so fun.  I've had a headache ever since finals ended (probably a bad idea to be online so much, eh?) and I had to stay home for a while.  Still, I really need a long break to be able to fully recuperate from this horrid ordeal my sadist of a school put me (and the rest of my class) through.

Uh.  I really can't think of anything to write.  Except that, I'd post some of the things I'm submitting to Iowa, if I thought anyone was reading this to give me feedback.

(And also, I have discovered an incredibly happymaking song (for me) and it is wonderful and I owe all this love to the most recent SNL for having Jason Mraz as the guest...)

Woooooow, Polly, how old are you now?

(No.  Seriously.  I can't remember.)

In any case, happy birthday, you idiot!!!

I've studied for two consecutive days straight for my Human Anatomy final.  TWO.  DAYS.  I wrote my own study guide, typed it up, memorized every single name for every single thing you could possibly think that's related to the body, and I'm just waiting to crash.  I finally stopped studying last night when I realized I kept falling asleep (honestly, why can't I fall asleep when I actually need to?).  Anyway, I took the final today, after panicking for several days straight.

...It was easy. 

I don't think I could have answered anything (except the diagrams) if I hadn't studied.  So even though I practically killed myself over that thing, at least it was easy.  Today was a lovely day of easy finals (French, Anat., and Choir...).

Tomorrow might kill me...especially since I am now unable to study due to my brain being pretty much burned out...I mean, my mom asked me what I want for breakfast tomorrow and I managed just in time not to say "Human Anatomy."  Right now, the answer to everything is Human Anatomy.  I think it might be the only thing left in my brain.  Honestly, whenever someone said "hi" to me, I had to struggle not to answer, "Human Anatomy!"  (It's embarrassing.)

U.S. History, however, freaks me out.  The teacher was gone the day before finals started, so we never got to check our study guides.  Therefore, I'm just not studying because I have a feeling I'd be studying lots of wrong answers.

If you doubt my statement that I was obscenely stressed out, this might clear it up: my brother scrambled the last egg last night.  I almost started crying.  (I wanted the egg for breakfast...)  Gah.  Right before the Human Anatomy final, we almost had a group cry fest, just because we were all so stressed out about the test...managed not to, luckily.  (This was, of course, before I finished the 200 question test 30 minutes before everybody else, after which I sat there for a few minutes wondering if I'd made some horrific mistake on my test...)

Good news (or bad news?) is that it's currently about -10 outside!  Tomorrow we're supposed to have a temperature of -26, once you factor in the wind chill.  I haven't decided yet if I'd like a freeze day or whatever they want to call it...on the one hand, more study time.  On the other...God, that would be annoying.  But I'd have time to regain my brain...

Yeah.  Okay.

Oh God.  For serious. 

I went to my first basketball game last night (and, uh, didn't watch because of various traumatizing things that happened, including but not limited to thinking I was going to be mugged...more on that later) and I sat with the band and giggled like crazy while they played really exciting songs and Maddikins and I hid behind an edited copy of one of my stories because we felt like we maybe weren't supposed to be there...

Uh.  Anyways.  After the band finished, Kateleh, Maddikins and I were going to McDonalds in Kateleh's car when all of a sudden her rim popped off the tire.  Fun, for serious.  (NOT)  We ended up waiting for about thirty minutes until her mom brought the jack.  Meanwhile, I made myself insanely helpful (and ridiculously prepared) by holding the flashlight that I'd brought on a whim while Kateleh did things to the nuts on the tire (...uh.  I failed that part of drivers' ed...).  SO.  FREAKING.  COLD.  When she finally got the jack, there were issues, and eventually my dad came out to help--except the tire finally came off the axle pretty much right before he got there.  And then I was ridiculously prepared once more and ran to my car to fetch Kateleh some handwipes.  (Yeah.  I have handwipes in my car.  Perhaps I'm too young for that, but hey, they do come in handy)  

It was kind of funny.  There was a ring of four or five cars around Kateleh's car.  And there was Kateleh on the ground cursing at her tire while I pathetically held the flashlight (which totally matches my coat and my car...hey, I like red!).  When it was all done, Kateleh went home and Maddie and I continued on to McDonalds, where there was warmth (ish...) to be had (and where I discovered that McDonalds hot chocolate kind of sucks...).  Later I felt very ill from the food. 

It seriously took me about an hour to finally stop shivering.  After that, my hands were still really stiff and I couldn't type very much...

Ergh.  Oh!  And now to the traumatization mentioned in the beginning.  I had to park waaaay on the other side of the school because the parking lot was packed.  Anyway, I was walking over to the gym when I heard footsteps behind me.  Now, I'm a paranoid little cuss, so I started freaking out and walking faster.  The footsteps sped up.  I powerwalked until I was under the big huge stadium lights in the parking lot, and I could hear voices.  The footsteps veered off--the guy looked like a total pedo...*shudder*  I mean, I'm sure I'm just paranoid.  It just freaked me out.  Then when I finally got into the gym, there were so many people...I kind of hid in a corner behind the band, until I realized that the band was right above me and I know people in there.  So I hiked up to sit with Kateleh and miceonehalf (otherwise known as Alice) and all them--told them my tale of terror and everything. 

Alice gave me another of my stories back--she's my number one editor!!!  Yaaaay Alice!  I'm applying to the University of Iowa summer writing program, so I'm kind of freaking out right now, what with finals next week and having to get some ideas about where I want to go to college, and when you add to that a really big deal super competitive writing program...the Amanda, she spazs all over the place.  Oh God...still, I've got almost everything sortedish out.  I've got a teacher recommendation on the way, I've got enough for my portfolio...I still need to work on my statement of purpose, but that should be okay.  I was really worried about how much it costs, but my parents told me we'll worry about that if I make it in...

Ergh.  *sigh*  I'm so tired...

Ah ha, 'tis been a while since I posted.

Since my last post, I have completed NaNoWriMo (although I need to actually finish it now, because I changed the plot completely and messed with the ending so I could say I actually won...because I'm that lame.  Anyways, once my eyes heal from the marathon writing of 20K words I did in two days, I'll start on the actual finishing.  I guess.)

Ummm.

I've found myself just randomly quoting Shakespeare a lot.  Probably wrong, but hey, who cares?  (I'm sure Shakespeare would, but he's dead...)  I don't know, I have this nasty habit of prancing around shouting out random Shakespearean phrases in a very drunken manner (But I'm NOT drunk, I swear.)

Er, I really can't think of anything to write.  Since the election is over and won in my favor, I have no politics to ramble on, and really nothing has happened, other than an amazing Thanksgiving and the fact that I saw Twilight...

I'm trying to think of a way to pay for the Iowa Young Writers' Studio thing this summer...I really want to go, but I would feel bad having my parents pay for all of it, since it's $1550...eek.  Um, maybe I should do those essays at school that you can win money for...

So tired.  My eyes are not yet healed from the writing a week ago.  It's annoying.

We didn't win.  We came in, like, fifth.  (We were beat by a team of Boy Scouts...and also a very purple girls' basketball team...)  Still, we had a blast.

There was this thing where we had to name all the various state things of our state (ACED IT) and so we had to go into a sudden death round because we'd tied.  So this is how it went.

Kateleh's Mom: Who is Illinois' favorite son?
Amanda: Abraham Lincoln!
Maddikins: But he's from Kentucky!!!
Amanda: ...But we love him anyway!

For some reason, everybody in my group found this insanely funny, so we sat there laughing hysterically for a ridiculously long time until one of the judges reminded us that we had to write our answer down.  (It was Abe Lincoln, by the way)

And then it happened.

Kateleh's Mom: What is the Illinois state slogan?
Amanda: (in her head) Land of Lincoln!

But then the doubts started.  And thennnnn...

Amanda: OH snap, what is it?
Nicoleta: Corn corn corn corn corn corn beans! corn corn corn tree! beans corn
Amanda: ...sounds good to me!

Okay, so obviously, the state slogan was not that.  Although that is what we wrote down.  (Actually, it turned out that I was right in my head...how annoying...)  After that we kind of just sat there singing the corn and beans song (see above) and every once in a while one of us would add a tree in, and so we died again of laughter.  Overall, there was much fun, even if the tiny little Boy Scouts pretty much wiped the floor with us.  (If we'd known more about Catholicism...the Catholics had an unfair advantage at their Catholic church trivia night!  So we've decided that next year, we will study!!!)

However, it's very good to know that my state's official snack food is popcorn.  How could I ever live without knowing this?  Here's the answer: I couldn't.  (Yes I could.  I don't even like popcorn...)

Also, the corn and beans tree! song should probably be the state slogan.  As Maddikins said, Lincoln really was from Kentucky.

....Corn corn corn corn beans! corn corn corn tree! corn corn corn beans highway corn corn corn beans! corn tree! corn farmhouse!
 (I'm perfectly serious here.)

So my friends and I are going to this trivia night thing at the local Catholic church.  We went last year, and we would have won.  If it wasn't for the Boy Scouts.  You see, there was a Boy Scout category.  We didn't know anything, so we ended up putting answers down like "Bugs Bunny" and "he ate a llama."  (obviously wrong)

My one goal this year: beat the Boy Scouts.  I don't care if we win.  I'm feeling ruthless.  I want to pwn the Boy Scouts with my freaky knowledge of the elections.  This I will do. 

(However, if there is ever an answer we don't know, we'll still fake it...)

Dear God, it's cold here...

Almost as cold as my Boy Scout pwning heart! (Okay, I'm only partially kidding.  It is just a really bad feeling to lose to kids six years younger than you, just because you're a girl and therefore know nothing about the Boy Scouts...)

Yeah.  So. 

Not that, you know, I ever was going to...but I DID think about it.  In fact, when my dad said he didn't know what he would do if McCain won the election, I cheerfully suggested we could move to Canada.  I've heard Canada is very nice.  And also, not under the jurisdiction of the American president!  (I'm not sure what I just said, but, er, I mean...the US president has nothing to do with the laws and stuff in Canada...I think...(don't quote me!  I am ignorant!))

But all that is over now!

I sat in exhausted excitement last night as the votes rolled in.  My dad would yell out whenever a state went for Obama (we were especially excited about Florida, Pennsylvania, and Ohio...!!!).  Then they announced that it was Obama as president, and I began spazzing all over the place and I texted a lot of people screaming that he'd won...(Basically, I was horribly obnoxious...)

I never thought this would happen...I mean, I hoped it would, and toward the end I began to believe that, actually, Yes We Can, but it was never real until it was REALLY real.  I could never have imagined that this country would rally like that...1/3 of people voted early, young people voted...and this is something I didn't realize: I'd heard the word "landslide" thrown around in the previous weeks, but I didn't think it would actually be a landslide...except Obama won 2 to 1!!!!!!  

I'm so excited.  You have no idea.  I was walking down the hallway today with this manic grin on my face, and I probably freaked a few people out.  Most people don't realize how ridiculously excited I was about this whole thing.  I was more excited about election day than my birthday, which was a few days prior. 

This is inspirational.  I hadn't realized we'd come so far, that we as a country could elect the first African American president.  Honestly, I thought that America still harbored small pockets of prejudice...

I know that there are still people out there who are prejudiced about all kinds of things.  But for now, we've accomplished something amazing.  I'm so glad I can say that I was a part of it.

I'M EXCITED.  BUT ALSO TERRIFIED.  OH MY.  WE HAD A MOCK ELECTION AT MY SCHOOL TODAY AND I'M PRETTY SURE OBAMA WON BY A LANDSLIDE (IF ONLY BECAUSE ALMOST EVERYONE I TALKED TO VOTED FOR HIM...) WHICH IS YAY.  (A lot of people voted for Ralph Nader, most of them because his name was spelled wrong.  So I guess they voted for Ralp Nader because it sounded funny...?) In any case, I will probably be sitting in front of the tv all night ignoring my homework (which would be bad because I have about 300 pages of my book left to read and it's due Friday, but I quite like it so I'm hoping I'll be okay...) and most likely not writing anything in my NaNoWriMo book, which is bad, but at the same time I'm already at the milestone for the first week (which is like 11,000 something, so I guess I'm okay...).  Uh.  GO VOTE, PEOPLE!

Halloween is one of my favorite days of the year (Besides Christmas and Thanksgiving. And my birthday, which is, coincidentally, the day after Halloween.  Therefore, I get two days of yayness!!!).  I've always been the kid who gets kind of ridiculously excited, and I have a nasty habit of collecting weird looking dress up clothes because I figure I can use them for Halloween someday (which I always do.  I'm very well-known for being able to throw an awesome costume together in about two days, using just what I have and buying only one thing).  I have a fear of store-bought costumes.  I have never had one, and I do not want to ruin this streak of awesomeness. 

So this year I'm being a gypsy fortuneteller (I've looked a little bit at palmistry, so I now know that according to the lines on my left hand, I will live for a very long time, and that my head and my heart are pretty much interconnected...not sure if that means I think with my heart or if I let my head guide my heart...eh?).  There is a puffy skirt involved!  This year I'm particularly excited because I'm having a Halloween party.  My mom and I spent a ton of time cleaning out our old machine shed, and then while I was at school, she went crazy decorating it and so therefore it looks freaking AMAZING and is just generally awesome.  My mom makes me laugh because she always grumbles when I ask if I can have a party, but as the party draws near, she is suddenly possessed by the spirit of a manic party planner/interior decorator, and therefore my parties are usually pretty awesome looking. 

I have not, however, carved up my jack-o-lantern yet.  This is something I must do.  it is something that is very important to me.

Pervading my excitement for Halloween is the vague panic that is from the approaching month of November.  I've realized that most likely, my birthday will be spent writing for NaNoWriMo.  This is my first year doing it, so I'm kind of nervous.  At the same time, however, I'm not too worried, because I've been known to write fifty typed pages in three days.  (Something tells me that this is not normal...)

So.  Any tips for NaNoWriMo?  Any questions about my Halloween amazingness?

SO EXCITED.

( If you honestly want to read the mad political rantings of a fervent Democrat... )

I hope that worked.  That would make me very happy if this whole lj cut thing worked.  I would be quite glad.  Well then...I can't think of anything else to say.  Oh!  But this!  I should be congratulated, for I have just eaten my first footlong from Subway!  I've only ever had six inch sandwiches before, so this is a very exciting thing for me.  I was worried my stomach would blow up or something, but it hasn't, for which I am quite thankful.  In fact, I am only mildly full!   

Another thing!  This guy, Nick Page, came to my school to work with the choir, which was a whole lot more awesome than I thought it would be.  My favorite part was when we sang a Yiddish song and the entire choir danced around the auditorium holding hands.  Except then the line got moving too quickly, and Amanda with her weak ankles and slow feet went flying out of the Yiddish dancing line and fell quite hard on the cement floor.  This=ow+a lot of bruises.

But other than that, life is okay, despite my whole not sleeping thing.  It's so great waking up and feeling like I haven't slept a month in a row.  Very fun.  Eventually I just kind of crash and die and fail a test and then start all over again.  (Okay, I don't fail.  I miss two or three questions, but fail sounds a lot more climactic than that)  However, I plan to sleep a lot this weekend.

Also, my birthday is in eight days.  Yay for birthdays!!!