Yeah. I got all the crap I needed to get done, done. Tack room cleaned, water tank cleaned. Tomorrow the vehicles are getting washed, and I might get feed. It depends on what the parentals plans are. I only got around five hours of sleep, and I'm tired. I need at least nine to function correctly. I love sleep. I might have mentioned it before, but I finished the zombie story, and am now working on a demon and grim reaper story. Its pretty interesting and I'm having fun, but I don't have a real... plot. The story opens on my MC killing a demon, and revealing some info about demons, but thats it. She kills the demon, and then... I don't know what should come after that. I have a feeling this one is going to be pretty long.

Yeah. Its five in the morning. And I'm still up... writing. I finished my zombie-esque story, and now I'm working on one about demons and grim reapers. Its entertaining. And um... I'm going to Minnesota in... eight days counting today. The thought of the plane ride makes my stomach sick and I can just feel a panic attack brewing. I was hoping I could buy Trick of the Light for the trip, but I havent gotten to yet. Still broke, and I don't get paid until the thirty first, if then. Shit I'm tired. Time for sleep. Night.

I am so fucking sick of people it makes me want to scream. Its not like this just popped up out of now where; its been building for awhile.  Right now, I feel like grabbing a gun and sitting at the top of a walmart and picking some fuckers off. But no, I'm not going to do it because I am not that fucking evil. And if you don't like my swearing don't read my journal. Ha. Anyways, on monday mother dear has to go to the doctor to see if she has cancer in her right eye. I'm trying not to think about it, but the little thought keeps wiggling in. But whatever.... I'm going to go watch Loveless. Very strange and creepy anime. With pretty boys with cat ears.

Loveless Knight, I'm bouncing around on the timeline. This one is set after Prisoner, or somewhere abouts.


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Well, I could have said fucking. But it might have been over kill. I'm pretty good at research, but I just don't like it. At all. If anyone is interested (considering the number of people that read this, it would be zip) I am researching nuclear war and the after effects. What a lovely subject. I have a feeling a trip to the library is called for tomorrow. I love the library, so its not all bad. Its just reading the shit thats going to be fun. I printed out some info earlier today, and I had my hands snarled in my hair, and alot of the shit didn't make sense. Like, it had a whole bunch of equations to calculate blast range and other shit. And its like a whole nother language to me. I suck big time in math. And there are just paragraphs of this crap, and my brain started to keel over. Sorry for the whinning. Hell. If any one has any reccs for websites or books or anything on this subject it would be greatly appreciated.

I've always wanted to write an original story with one of my friends, but never gotten a chance. I've written a little bit with my buddy Jenn, but it was like two pages and we were just screwing around. My buddy Amy is wanting to write a collab fan fic, but I don't write fan fic. If I'm going to write something it's going to be with my own characters. I just don't like using someone elses characters that way. Sorry. Buuut, I was talking to Jenn over the weekend and we are going to write a story together *squeee* I'm still working on the planning and stuff, but its happening. I'm so excited!  I'll post more about the project when I get the details hammered out, plus right now I'm supposed to be doing paper work. Ta ta for now

Its been a little weird lately. Well, not really weird, but it just feels weird right now. And its not even late yet. I'm eating Dairy Queen ice cream, and thinking that its canceling out the biking that I've been doing all week. I just finished putting together packets for Mom, she needs them for work and I always volunteer to do it. Though it seems hard for her to thank me for it, or it could just be that I'm reading into it too much. Mmmmm. This is good ice cream :D I know I havent updated in almost two months, shame on me. But its not like many people read this, or pay attention when I update. *shrugs*
I'm still working on Dead Bodies, and I'm thinking I should change the name. Eventually. But here is my word meter-count thingy

I've also read Generation Dead and Kiss of Life by Daniel Waters, Strange Angels by Lili St.Crow, and Hero by Perry... shit, I can't remember his last name. A friend has the book right now. (you know who you are :P ) And Ive been reading In the Company of Shadows series over again. Its an free online series that just blows all the stuff I've ever read out of the water. Its not for the faint of heart, and had Slash relationships at the forefront. Here is a link to the site:

http://www.aisylum.com/sonnyais/


The writers themselves are bad ass too. Ais is crack head crazy, and Sonny lurks like Big Foot. Check out the site and the stories. I command you to :D

I'm a dumb ass. Its not the fact that I killed the car out in the front pasture, its the fact that I tried to push it back to the house. While I was pushing something popped in my forearm, in the muscle area, and now its burning. Dunno what is hurt, but it hurts. Oh yeah, and the reason I was driving the car in the front pasture is because I'm trying to teach myself how to drive an automatic. Which is hard.

I did something bad and very illegal. Something morally wrong, and if Amy reads this she is going to kick my ass. Earlier I had some vodka. Number one illegal thing considering I'm not twenty one yet. When I had that vodka I wasn't planning on going any where. I had my errands done, and I was going to sit in front of my computer and write. Writing when drunk is fun :) But then Mom wanted me to the store to get ciggs and gas for the lawn mower. Folks, I drove while intoxicated. I don't have many morals... at all. Hurting and killing children, hard core drugs, and abusing children are pretty much it. I don't do those things. Other than that, I'm free and open. But driving under the influence is one of them, and I broke that rule. Damn it. Nothing happened, since I drove the back roads I didn't encounter any cops, thank the gods, and I didn't even drive diff than I normally do. But I'm pissed and dissapointed with myself.

I finished City of Glass, and now I'm at a loss. I mean it was great and all, but... now what? I know that its the last book about Clary and Jace, but I want more Jace. Screw Clary. Jace is yummy. Mmmmm...
But now I can look foward to the new series by Cassie, The Infernal Devices. Which the first book is coming out next year... which sucks.

I also figured I would post another word count, so here it is:

Current Mood: drained

ITS HERE!!!!! The UPS lady had to back her truck down our driveway because the end of the driveway is a mud pit. Then when I went outside to greet her, she scolded me for walking out in my socks. But my book is here. I'm not feeling too good right now, so I'm saving the book for tomorrow.

Those sons of bitches.... *flips UPS off*

Current Mood: enraged

The Good: David's surgery went great, a little longer than orginally estimated. He's at home now, getting waited on hand and foot. Big freaking baby. He can't do much for the next week, so I am going to be taking care of him. The movies I got today are: Lord of War, The Assasination of Jesse James, and some Clint Eastwood flick. David likes westerns.

The Bad: I'm still waiting for those UPS bastards to deliver City of Glass. There was a complecation at the warehouse, so according to them it migh be a day late. It better not be fucking late. If I get the run around again like I did with Eclipse (which they never fucking delivered), I will go down to the UPS warehouse and cut off some bastard's balls. I'm almost not kidding. I pre-ordered this book so I could get it cheaper, and if I have to go out and buy it again I am not going to be happy. Sonuvabitch!

Tomorrow David goes in for surgery. The Doc says that he will have to stay in ICU until Thursday, and then he might get to go home. Please pray to who ever your god or goddess is, for him to come home safely. Please. He will also have to be off of work for a month, maybe, so I will be keeping an eye on him. I'm hoping he won't be as cranky as Mom was when she had surgery on her shoulder. By the time she was healed I wanted to strangle her. I will let ya'll know how he is tomorrow if I remember. Thanks.

Current Mood: distressed

Here is today's word count. I would write more, but I'm bloody tired and can barely keep my eyes open. Looking at it kinda depresses me, but *shrugs* Oh well. Now I'm going to crash in my nice soft bed. Night ya'll :)

Current Mood: exhausted

Yes. I have started my Novel. *cringes away from the word* Over the last couple of years I've been screwing around with writing a book, but never got a solid idea. I have that idea, and I did the outline of what needs to happen, the points and major events and that crap. I even plotted out the first couple of scenes and got a few wriiten. So, I'm going to take a page from kazdreamer and start posting my word count every time I post. Its a fantasy YA, and I know there is alot of them out there. It is about teenagers in 11th grade, so almost adults. *shrugs*
But anyways, here is the word meter, if I can get the damn thing right:

Current Mood: drained

When I lived in Houston, my best friend Jenn and I used to walk. Alot. One day I think we walked ten miles. And we found some interesting places to hang out. I've missed that. So, today me and my dog Rusty went for a walk. Three miles of creek bed, two miles of road, and a beaver dam. I fell through the beaver dam. Ouch. I have some bruises and scratches, but nothing major. The creek bed was really cool though, there were some interesting rocks, and I got some pics that I might post. But over all, it was a good day.

I'm having a bad week. First I find out that my step parental has cancer. Then the truck breaks down, and and the car follows soon after. Mom has been stressing, and that means she's taking everything out on me and David. Then she started drinking. She doesn't like to drink alone, so she's been pushing vodka on me when I don't fucking want it. I'm not even twenty one yet. And then this morning my horse Jimmy comes up lame, so I had to wrap his leg up and stick him in a stall. Then Bk, one of our other horses comes up lame as well. Its like WTF?!! So I wrap his leg up. And then while I'm making my fucking bed, I pinch a nerve and my right leg goes out from under me. I've been dragging it around all day, looking like igor. And on top of all this I still can't get a full time job. If another fucking thing goes wrong I'm going to put a gun in my mouth and pull the trigger......not really, but I'm sure you get the sentiment. The only thing good happening is that City of Glass comes out in ten days. Thats it. *sigh*

Current Mood: bitchy

God, I hate vodka. Don't know why I drink the shit. I had four shots of the hundred proof, and it had me sitting outside on our deck talking to myself. Normally I only have two shots, just enough to get a nice happy buzz going. But stupid me thought  "hey, if two does this, I wonder what four will do." Well Self, this is what it does, makes you talk to yourself like your bug fuck crazy. *snort* After the deck episode I came to sleep it off, and four hours later woke with a nasty headache and a churning stomach. It is now three fifty five in the morning. I need to go back to sleep, but I had some pretty funky dreams before, and I really don't want to go back to them. Plus I'm making progress on An Electric Personality, so.... yeah. I posted the first part of Long Live Suburbia at fictionwriters to get soem feed back. I need my ego petted, so getting my writing complemented works.

I finished it. I've gotta say that Rob has outdone herself big time with this one. There is more angst, more heart, and yes, more Robin Goodfellow. The characters really grew, and it made the story believeable. And now I'm going to go into spoilers, so be warned.

( Spoilers!!! )( Spoilers!!! )

Current Mood: high