Ok, Back to Insanity

Ok, so... writing about being a writer is really stupid in all retrospect. So, no more of that, k?
Well, I've been waiting to write to you from my bedroom. But that's never going to happen cause my dad promised to help me and- Oh! guess what! He's not doing a freakin' thing. All he's done so far is move a file onto my flshdrive and tell me we don't have the right thing to run it. I swear to God I might as well have Christian give me step by step instructions from over the computer because that would be about as effective as my father! And seeing as that's what we've been doing so far, I'm getting pretty annoyed.
This is going to be the only Star Wars refrence you will ever hear from me:
I want to be able to force choke soooo much right now.

Rejections

Well, one of my friends got her first rejection ever today.
I don't really know what to say other then that. I'm still waiting for my personalized rejection. (I know, I dream big).

The Mail Room

Ok, so for my old readers; i thought i needed a bigger subject then the borningness of my life. So, I'm writing about writeing.
I start my new idea with my 1st advance as an author:
Mailing my novella.
Now, this really isn't so complicated, right? Wrong.
So, I get there today and walk up to the counter. I have no idea how many freaking stamps I'm supposed to put on the damn thing. I ask it to be weighed. Guess how many stamps I needed to send it.
Seven. Seven stamps.
After that I went to the big blue mailbox. The one in the middle of the street. It's got to be that one. For dramatic effect. I stood there for five minutes. I finally put it in when a women walked by and asked, "Is it your frist manusqript sent out?"
And I thought: Was it really that noticible?

Boredom on a Friday

So, I'm bored. Mhm
Are you bored? Please tell me, please.
Are you bored like me?

EWWW Monday

Ok, did I happen to metion that my kitten likes popcorn now?
How great is that?
It's a-stormin' right now (O's havin' a heart attack). I'm writing and Tonks is... eating popcorn.
Can you believe how boring my summer is?

Happy Bleated Patriotic Explosion Day!

Ok, I meant to get ya'll on Friday but, one thing after another happened including some fireworks flying on our roof. Yesterday was: Let's see family day!, so I was gone then and when I got home was forced to watch a crappy sitcom we got from Netflix (sure, I put it on the list, but really it sucks. I couldn't sit through an episode).
This morning, I spent my hours trying to get my internet to work on my new laptop. I failed. I'll try again next weekend. I spent my week waiting to see friends (which I finally did on Patriotic Explosion Day) and waiting for the webcomics I read to update.
We're ready to take Tonks to get de-clawed and if I don't think the method is nice enough I'm not doing it. See, there's this cool new method with lazors which doesn't cut off the cats fingers, so we're looking into it. I'm really freaked out about it and told my mom to come so if the doctor uses big words I can't understand (which won't be hard since I couldn't figure out what gastrointestinal was for the first 13 years of my life) she can translate.
Anyway, I'll get you an update tomorrow, cause I'm a nice gall (sp?).
See ya'll later!