So, I'm a pretty pathetic person. (Cue the chorus of agreement.)
As you can tell, I haven't said anything here in almost seven months now — partially because I have nothing to say, but mostly because I'm just lazy.
My sixteen-year-old, angsty, I-hate-the-world-and-puppies-and-sunshine ginger sister is starting a blog of her own. For whatever reason or another, sibling rivalry kicked in, and now I'm ashamed. Honestly, it shouldn't work like this, but whatever.
Anyway, moving on. Important things from the past seven months:
1. I didn't finish Nanowrimo 2010. Quite the opposite, I barely passed 5,000 words. (For those of you who aren't familiar with National Novel-Writing Month, the goal is to write 50,000 words in the 30 days of November each year.) I blame this on mediocre ideas with bad execution and poor motivation. I abandoned my first idea, briefly discussed here, in favor of something simpler and more lighthearted, but it barely got off the ground. Oh well.
2. I got a new bed (and accessories). This meant my room was actually cleaned thoroughly and not just kind of rearranged to make it look like something productive happened. I don't poke off the mattress any more, so yay. I also have under-bed storage, in shelves and a "dead-body space". I estimate four or five dead hookers could fit inside.
3. I started rewriting my first major project, started in seventh grade and not touched since tenth. The original draft is painful to read and deserves to be burned in several places, but it's a (semi) good place to start. The only real reason I want to keep the thing is because of the bad guy — everything else I stole from books I thought were cool at the time. I've gotten a dozen-odd pages written of the rewrite, and I like the way these characters work, but I'm not happy with the opening. It's horrendously boring — not uninteresting, just unexciting. Progress updates later, I suppose.
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5. My best friend of six or so years got his mission call for the LDS church. He leaves in two days and won't be back for two years. As one last day to hang out, we got together with a group of friends and spent the day at Lagoon. There was lots of laughter and fake screaming, and fighting over who got to sit next to whose boyfriends, and some of us even went on one of the more expensive rides — the Sky Coaster. It's basically a gigantic swing. After getting attached to the cable, me and the two riding with me got winched up about 150 feet in the air and hung there until I pulled the rip cord. (The other two were terrified of having to do it.) There really is no way to describe what happened next, but there was some free-fall and more screaming, and then cheesy Superman-type poses, but it ended up being the highlight of the day. The three of us had to fight ourselves not to pay another $15 and do it again.
6. Still no job.
7. I played through Portal 2 twice in one day. And it was good.
8. The neighbors put a password on the internet. This means more time watching movies and shows on DVD and less time on Facebook.
8a. Having never seen it before, I watched all ten seasons of Friends in a month. Phoebe is my favorite. Ross is just an idiot. Rachel shouldn't have gotten off the plane. Joey is smart to put the book in the freezer. Monica is endearingly crazy. Chandler isn't straight, no matter what he says.
8b. I'm starting Doctor Who. I'm only just starting season two, and already I want a mysterious British man to emerge from a blue box on my lawn. Too bad I'd have to fight the aforementioned sister over who'd get . . . well, there's no good way to say this, so I'll just call them "doctor rights".
9. Certain menfolk are back. Grr, and that's enough said.
10. My oldest sister goes tanning at Hotteez. (This isn't actually important, but "You're late for your Hotteez appointment" is just too hilarious to pass ridicule.)
So basically I haven't actually done anything. At all. Oh well.
