zines.

I'm considering making my story a zine or a monthly comic book instead of an actual book.
It'd be like 16 pages each month. And I'd get to draw the characters. yay!
That way not so much is expected out of it.
And I do like to doodle.
And zines are way easier to publish, seriously.
Go down to Kinkos and make a few copies.
So yeah, thats my idea.
I have to ponder it.

Soo
six days until new years.
seven days until winter percussion
eight days until defrank.
twenty three days until my birthday?
=]

In other news, I added a dictionary to the side bar. I think it's kind of nifty, because I'm always looking up words, and theres a dictionary right there.
Suck because it navigates you away from my blog, but whatever.
Oh, and the ads we could do without.
oh well, focus on the bright side!

devastated.

no joke. I'm completely devastated right now.
Last night I wrote like 15 more paragraphs of my story and I check back now to do a bit of editing and the new bits are GONE. Shit. shitshitshit. I couldn't have possibly forgotten to save it. I'm so miserable right now. I can't believe it's gone. I feel like someone stole part of my soul. And the worst part is it's got to be my fault. I mean, I guess I really didn't save it. Now I have to rewrite the whole thing. That isn't the part that upsets me though. It's just that the new part I'm writing is just synthesis or something. It's not the real thing. It'll look like it, but it's just not.
Fuck.
=[

and to top it off, I'm stuck in the house all day.
Merry christmas.

Update: I'm over it, I guess. I rewrote it and it's fine. Still not the same. but whatever.

Candy corn.

So, it's Christmas Eve. Day.
To be honest, I think christmas eve is way better than christmas eve, only becuase all the stores and fun things are open.
But hey, my opinion hardly matters, seeing as I'm a jew and I don't even do christmas.

Yesterday I found out that Powells in downtown Los Gatos sells candy corn all year round. This extremely excited me, because just on friday I was telling Kate from my Spanish class how I wished you could get candy corn all year round.

Alright, so I've gone three days without a sports bra. It's absolutely torturous. They're all pokey-outy and just no fun. Who would have thought it'd take so long for a darn bra to go through the laundry?

What's everyone doing today? I'm taking my brother to San Jose Skate while my mom takes my other brother on the lightrail, which is a basically a codeword for I sit around doodling or reading while he falls on his butt in the rink. I'm getting paid. Yay. :] Not a bad christmas present, if you ask me.

In other news, my cat has been spending all her time in my room the past few days, when she's not eating or using the little kitties box. The company is very welcome. I don't even mind when she attacks my face at 3 am. Much.

I've noticed that most of my blogs include the words "in other news". How cute. A little unnoticed perk of mine.

P.S. my book is going well. I still have only a few paragraphs, but the story has been evolving in my head. Merry christmas eve.

writing cont.

So I figured I'd tell you more about my story that I couldn't sleep if it was still into me.
It's about an incredibly horny lesbian who falls in love with a redheaded oboe player. I think I'm going to have the redhead die, because I have no other plotline.
Ask to read it, and I might send it to you.
Maybe.
MAYBE.
I have about 7 or so paragraphs with lots of DIALOGUE! Internal and external. Yes, I am good at it. If I do say so myself.

In other news, today was the most boring Saturday of the year. You know why? I didn't have marching band. I didn't have winter percussion. I didn't hang out with anyone. I did NOTHING.
not fun, not fun.
Oh well, tomorrow will be better.
I get to see Stephanie.
=] <3

writing.

Last night I realized how much I enjoy writing:

See, I went to bed early so I could get more sleep. Early being about 9:30. I had just finished a book that is now in my top three favorites, "Hello Groin". Thoughts were swimming around in my head as I tried to fall asleep and the soft croons of Mirah tumbled out of my stereo. Suddenly, it stopped. The 17 track CD had ended. And suddenly, there was no distraction. Out of the blue, a story appeared, but it felt as if it had been there my whole life. It haunted me for two and a half hours. All I could think about was this story. There was no escaping it. At 11:45, I finally realized that I had to write it down. I spent twenty minutes writing the perfect paragraph of the story in my head, just to get it out there. As soon as I set down the pen and turned off the light, I felt so much better. I wss truly happy. That's when I realized that it was all because I wrote one simple paragraph. Could this possibly be the career path for me? I mean, now it all made sense. The reason that my past three new years resolutions were to write a book was becuase I enjoy writing. I intend to finish my story that I started last night and I intend to make somethnig out of it.

In other new, my quote of the day!
Not that I have a quote EVERY day, but this one was pretty great.
"She's smart enough to know she's stupid!"
-My brother, on my accusing my cat of being stupid
:]

Today in band Erika chopped a ten pound chocolate slab in half with her tae kwon do skillz. I caught it on video. Today in Spanish Josh and Everett sang a song by journey. I caught it on video. Today I realized that the most interesting thing about my phone would have to be my video album. I have about 35 hillarious videos on it and maybe 6 serious-ish ones.

This proves that I'm meant to be in Hollywood! Writing skillz plus video capturing skills = Director/Screenwright skillz

Considering ending the myspace-less week tonight.
After about 27 seconds of deliberation...
Yes, I'm doing it.

New tactic

Speed blogging!

So yesterday I didn't blog. I had no time to go online and it was killing me not to write, but now that I can I don't have much to say.
The myspaceless week is going well, not temptations either.
I have my very own copy of Parrotfish now. It arrived sometime today but I didn't open the package until about 3. I'm almost done with it.
I didn't go to GSA today.
I have hebrew high tonight. whooo.
And I don't like speed blogging. at all.

Stories.

This morning I found a notebook from my fifth grade class. When I was in fifth grade, we had to write for 20 minutes every day, whcih was actually pretty fun, and that was the notebook I had to show for it. I really had quite an immagination. I'm not going to write down word for word, but this is basically what was in there:

-Fourteen Jidekies: The story about a princess whos life was so miserable that she wanted to turn into a frog. She makes an agreement with a frog that if she brings him 14 magical human-type creatures called jidekies, he would turn her into a frog. She went on a journey and found 14 jidekies and braved many obsticles and finally gathered together 14 Jidekies; Deric, Cod, Louise, Cheese, Gwen, Mauve, Marissa, Sharina, Sheen, Juliet, Alex, Max, Ayden, and Sarah. Once she had all the Jidekies, she went back to the frog only to realize that what she really wanted was just to have friends, and she asked to be turned into a Jideki instead. In the sequel (only two chapters), the princess becomes engaged to Ayden and Max's older brother, Pete.

-The Legacy of Edna and Ethel: The story of how Edna and Ethel came to be, and their adventures of tea parties, breakfasting on fresh whipped cream, and braving their archnemesis, the Mighty Hair Gel. Incorperates all codewords in a discreet manner, making for a HILARIOUS story for those who know said codewords.

-Lists: Including, but not limited to lists about how things would be in an alternate universe, the top five people I hated (in order), things to do to annoy a substitute, the weirdest attributes about our class, etc.

-Eggs in five different languages: A sort of poemish thing describing how much I like eggs, in 5 different languges; Hebrew, russian, Spanish, French, and Italian.

-The Monster In Da Hood: A story about a monster who won't go away without a life supply of marshmallows. His best friend only eats spinach.

-The Mystery Letter: A story about a girl and her friend who find a love letter from fifty years ago. It describes hidden booty in a house on Dell Street, so the girl and her friend go to the house on Dell Street t o find the treasure, only to find that the BOOTY was actually a living dead BODY, who captures the girls and they are stuck to live in the hidden cavern in the house on Dell Street for all eternity.

-Various Poems: "The Talking Baseball", "Eggs Vs. Cheese", "Bobs Saga", "Ode to Randy", etc.

-Bobs Journal: The journal of a troubled 8th grader strugging with controlling parents, a long time crush, and smelly science partners. Bob is very feminiine and gets made fun of a lot.

-Lyrics: Some I wrote, some from artists I liked. Tsunami Bomb, New Found Glory, and Michelle Branch were some lyrics found. I can't wuite remember the lyrics I wrote, but I'm sure they were dumb.