You're at the top of my lungs

Play rehersals every day this week. From 7:20 to 8:30 in the morning. And on Wednesday and Friday, I have rehersals in the afternoon too. And tomorrow, we're actually starting to learn the dances tomorrow.
By the time I get home in the afternoons, I am way too tired to hang out with anybody, let alone do my homework.

My life just flashed before my eyes.

My mom was lurking on eBay, and she found a purple, striped Beatles lunchbox.
I want it. I asked if I could order it for myself and she said MAYBE.

Slash was on muchmusic today and I missed it. It made me sad.

I still have to write my Geography paper and a French paper.

I'm majorly behind on my NaNoWriMo.

Gahhhhhhh. I don't think 14 year olds are supposed to feel this stressed.

Lizzy in the Sky with Diamonds

Just once, I'd like people to be honest.

Just once, I'd want someone to say it like it is.

Honesty, in it's unadulterated fashion, can be admirable.

We've all heard how the news coverage for the presidential debate has devolved into sound clips and phrases.

"Is America 'ready' for a woman president?" is one of these phrases we've heard from time to time.

This is just another way of asking is America still too sexist to vote for a woman to lead the United States.

Are we "ready" for a woman to lead the United States? Are you serious? Is this the 50's?

Surely we've come further than to ask such a question?   

This is basically a nice way of asking "Is America too sexist too vote for Hillary"? Let's be real at least for once.

Women make up 53% of the United States population. They currently hold 25% of federally elected office positions. Many of these have been elected in our new found "age of enlightenment" over the past few decades. This is, in fairness, due to a lack of female candidates (which is a story for another blog).

Now, Hillary may not be your ideal candidate (would you prefer Nancy Pelosi)? But, she is the candidate and, frankly, she is probably the most qualified female politician. But, if she's not your speed, maybe Martha Stewart is available to run.

Here are a few ideas for ways to distract yourself for the next week:

1. Proofread your junk mail ... then send it back to them in the postage paid envelope!

2. Plan your wardrobe for December.

3. Plant your own coffee tree.

4. Get ahead on your sleep.

5. Go do a snow dance(variation of a rain dance).

6. Re-decorate your workspace.

7. Create a backup plan for your writing.

8. Make more suggestions for productive procrastination here.

I am bored. And tired. But not enough to do anything about it.

I'm secretly Patrick Stump's crack whore. I should have told you guys sooner. You guys deserve to know.

Stay Gold,
Liz in the Sky with Dianmonds

Are you kidding me? You would think people would have something better to do with their time.

Like, watching paint dry, for instance.

Weird things I've done while writing my NaNoWriMo story. And this is only the beginning of the second week.
Someone help me.

1. Bursting out laughing and carrying on laughing in a busy cafeteria at something I'd just written. It wasn't even that funny.

2. Spilling salad  all over myself while trying to eat and write simultaneously in the aforementioned cafeteria.

3. Public Fist Pumping (in the air) when I reached a milestone.

4. Staring at the girl sat next to me - again, in this same cafe - so I could describe her accurately in my novel.

5. Whenever I write something like- Anna made a face that boldly proclaimed I'm-only-pretending-to-listen-to-you-so-I-won't-get-into-trouble, I always try to make the face. I try different facial expressions, so I can make a face that says I'm-only-pretending-to-listen-to-you-so-I-won't-get-into-trouble. I do this very often in public.

6. When asked a question by my friend (whilst writing at lunch) I answered with the dialogue I had just written, rather than what I wanted to say.

7. I sat writing in my French class, and my teacher asked me a question in French. Since I hadn't been listening she came over to see what I had been doing. She read a line or two of novel, frowned and said something in French. I don't think I was expected to understand her....

8. The lack of sleep made me think that all months had 31 days. I was also struggling to form coherent sentences (more so than normal) and this was only on the first weekend of NaNo....

I am going crazy. Love me when I'm done with all this crap, okay? And then go ahead and slap me if I do it again next year.

*HeadBangDesk*

I don't believe in God, or a higher power of any kind.
I can sit my room alone for hours at a time, staring at the blank ceiling, wondering what the hell I think I'm doing. I have no ambitions, except to be a writer, and you have to admit, that's pretty vague.
I wonder if there's actually a reason for everyone to be here. I honestly can't imagine there being a God, because I don't think he'd allow this many people to be screw-ups.

Does that make me a bad person? Does that make me crazy?

I didn't used to think so, but now, I'm not so sure. 

My book is going great. After not even three days, I am already at 7308 words. I am ahead of scheduel, I planned on having at least 6000 by tonight. But I think I need to be this ahead, because by week two I'll probably have extreme writer's block and I'll be going crazy with morning rehersals for the musical.

Seriously. I'm going to be singing and dancing, starting at 7:20 am for over an hour, almost everyday. On almost every Monday morning this month. You have no idea how much caffiene I'm going to be consuming. It won't be pretty.

And what's worse is that the play doesn't even run until February. It's going to get worse.

Kisses,
Lizzy Loverrrrrr