Prefaces and Prologues and Basics - Oh My!

So. I thought it was time for a new outlook on this - one that I would be motivated to update now and then.

So I'm making this into a step-by-chapter create-a-book. Now, I know that there is no exact formula for writing (Ally Carter's words, actually, but I'm taking them. Along with a lot of her tips. There should be a link to her For Writers at the bottom of every post. And, depending on what topic I'm discussing, other authors as well), but I'm going to try and take you through the plot process.

Questions? Let's start with the one that might come to MY mind if I was reading this.

What gives you any right to be doing this? I mean, why should you have any reason to be doing this? Do you have knowledge of the topic?

So I know that was more than one. Oh well. On to the answers.

I have as much right to be doing this as you have to be reading it. If, y'know, anyone is. I'm doing this because I've seen people that have writing skills but don't know how to use them. And yes, I do have knowledge on the topic - experience and research of published authors.

Well, anyway.

Let's start at the beginning. Or near it, anyway.

Prefaces/Prologues

The fact is, we can't start here. Prefaces and prologues are something you do once the story is completely written. You can write one, of course, as the stem, or roots of the plant that's your book, but that's more of an idea. To get the authors' (sort of) description of preface and prologue, look below.

Preface: a sort of peek inside the book that gives nothing away.
Prologue: the backstory. The beginning. Where it all started. This is the more apt option to start something with.

Now, this is a short post, because most prefaces and prologues are short. So I'll say some basics that are expected from a writer who wants to be published:

-You've some idea of grammar and sentence structure. Especially if you write in third person, because you're not writing the way someone would think (which, for the record, is not in perfect little sentences and stuff).

-You know what I mean when I say first, second, and third person.

-You're a decent speller.

-You've got passion for what you're writing about, or curiousity, or some strong emotion that fuels you to write more. And knowledge. You have to have some knowledge about what you're writing about.

-Your vocabulary is big - of course, that depends on the age group you're aiming for. If you want little kids to read your book, then you probably should stick to simple words like "cookie", "she", and "dog". Think Clifford the Big Red Dog or The Paper Bag Princess. Juvenile I'm not too experienced in. Flip through some Junie B. Jones. Young Adult is kind of tricky. You've got to have your vocabulary large enough for the average fourteen or fifteen year old, but they can't be used in obvious ways. Think Uglies or Twilight. Adult you need a nice vocabulary used in everyday situations.

-You aren't inexperienced. You've done a paper for English before, or written something just for fun.

Well, I think this has been long enough, and I congratulate you if you made it to the bottom of this page. Happy writing, and the best to you.

Look at this! It's some -what? - INFORMATION? No way, dude. Ally Carter's For Writers

Twilight Movie

GAH! I AM SO ANGRY!

I HAD PLANS TO GO SEE THE TWILIGHT MOVIE (WHICH I HAVE BEEN WAITING TO SEE FOR FOREVER) WITH MY BOYFRIEND, BUT YOU KNOW WHAT HE DOES?

HE GOES AND FREAKING CANCELS ON ME! GOD!

SO NOW I'M GOING TO SEE IT TODAY, INSTEAD OF THE DAY I HAD TICKETS AND EVERYTHING READY TO PICK UP FOR ON FRIDAY.

Gack. To all you young girls out there, never get a boyfriend. They only make you made and cause you girl-angst.

bleah

all of a sudden, my blog isn't so personal anymore.

oh well.

Wow... sorry, guys...

Wow, guys. Sorry for not posting anything for so long. Here's the update:

My boyfriend and I are officially broken up with.
what a relief

The guy who used to like (and was causing me some stress) now has a girlfriend.
yeah... got some mixed feelings about that... (i mean, it's always nice for someone to like you, right? flattery and all that?)

I did not fail science.
thank god. my parents would murder me in my sleep.

I am now a full-fledged Beatles, Led Zep, Dashboard Confessionals, and Hawthorne Heights fan.
beatles=the beatles. those rock/pop legends from the sixties. led zep=led zeppelin. it's a band, guys, not a guy. an awesome band who did stairway to heaven. dashboard confessionals=the song don't wait. a-m-a-z-i-n-g. hawthorne heights=the band from the underworld movie soundtrack. :)

I can't believe that people are actually taking Sarah Palin seriously.
seriously. have you HEARD her talk? pro-america? what is this?

I think John McCain should stop smiling.
seriously.

I've been a Barack Obama fan, but now you get to hear it. :)
barack and roll!

...crap. I'm running out of things to say.
yup.

Well, that's the in and the out and the what.

Oh. Something that really pisses me off: the teachers here talk about religion (coughChristianitycough) in class.

I mean, seriously, dude. Separation of church and state. It's in the Constitution. And, as it happens, teachers are employed by the federal government.

I bet you didn't know that.

OH. Awesome. The Sharpest Lives (by My Chemical Romance) just started playing on my iPod. It's an awesome song.

There's the a place in the dark where the animals go...

Hehe.

Anyway. The bitches on the soccer team started acting nicer. That's only when Big Bitch isn't around, of course.

Oh, woe is me. (-sarcasm, guys-)

Well, I'd better go before my dad gets pissed that I'm not spending quality time with him.

OH. Before I go, I think I forgot to tell you in my first post how obsessed I am with Scooby Doo. He's awesome. The whole crew is. Cartoon Network ruined them. (I'm one of the ones that remembers the originals. I stopped watching Cartoon Network when I was like, ten, by the way.)

Well. Later. :]

I Have A Boyfriend.

I decided to make things easier for all of you that aren't reading this and just write the way I'm supposed to. Capital letters and all. I'm ignoring sentence fragments, though, because this is first person and I don't think or write in correct anything. Most of the time.

Well, anyway, back to the main topic. I've got a boyfriend. An asshole boyfriend, who can be spazzy and funny and cute, but still be an asshole.

He's a just a regular Joe, I guess.

But I think I want to break up with him.

Scratch that. I know I want to break up with him. Any ways of breaking it to 'im gently?

Dah dah dah DAAAAH

i just realized how emo nemo that last post was, so i decided to relieve all of you out there. i'm doing fine. the school is cool and the people are cooler.

i'm not gonna be here for a while. the hours for this school are CRAZY. so i'll see ya when i see ya.

Gack.

i am not going to post again until the weekend unless things get a lot worse.

i want to go back home. i hate the school here. the teachers are dumbasses, the high schoolers are friggin mean (i guess they're nicer when they're forced to share a school with you), and the dress code is dumb.

i mean, seriously. no facial hair for guys? hairstyles must not be distracting? what is this, hairspray?

and don't call me a whiny bitch. i already know that.

it's just...this is TORTURE. it's like a prison. now i understand why hallie palmer dropped out.

aah. god. i'm done, for now.

Public School Systems Suck

they should have written it in the constitution. everyone in the system agrees.

public schools suck. a lot.

i have a crazy teacher that i have for three classes (is that unbelievable?) and then a coupla a nice teachers and then this one that hates me.

what did i do? i don't even KNOW her. she doesn't even know ME.

like i said. everything should be private from now on, or like my old school.

Woweegee.

i haven't been on in a while. wow. i didn't notice.

aaaaaaaaaaaanyway. onto the bigger stuff. the cousins aren't as horrendous as i remember them. they're acting okay.

the move's going better. i met some people. however, i have this horrible internal conflict that you're about to hear about. (my life's better than the o.c. trust me on this one.)

i met this group o' guys and a few girls. one of the guys reaaaally likes me.

but. but, but, but. this group o' guys is the kind that i despise. you know the kind. the kind of guys that think they know everything, think they can get any girl, kinda skaterish, SEEM like they would be the perfect boyfriend (vickers: think ian and his little crowd).

they're actually kind of nice once you get to know them. but they're completely and totally clique-ish.

and there's the little fact that i only like this guy that reaaally likes me as a friend.

i mean, come one. he was my first friend here. first friends are NOT supposed to become boyfriends. it should be an unwritten rule.

maybe they can when they're like, 21 or something, after becoming best friends and the best friend sprouts some attractiveness, but then you're supposed to be a romantic comedy.

and then i actually like his other friend that's prolly a year younger than me, but totally sweet and nice and sensitive and not gay like you'd think all sweet, nice, sensitive young men are.

does this not suck? or am i being completely and totally superficial?

anyway.

i had a sad moment earlier today. i saw sisterhood of the traveling pants (2).

i've got a pair of traveling pants, you know. one of my friends signed the back pocket (he shall remain unnamed...) and said: "i own your ass!!!"

so i can't wear them to school. oh well. i don't think i was going to, anyway.

okay, so random subject: you should always have books that you want to read again and again. and authors that write the books that you want to read again and again. my titles include: peaches, by jodi lynn anderson; gossip girl: the carlyles (my guilty pleasure, along with many other books) by cecily von ziegar; the year of secret assignments, by a person who i can't remember the name of; prom, by laurie halse anderson; speak, by laurie halse anderson; twisted, by laurie halse anderson; all the alex rider books by anthony horowtiz. and many more.....

likewise, there should be movies you want to see again and again. i have less of those: roman holiday (best movie EVER), ocean's 11 (1960 and 2001 versions), death at a funeral, pretty much anything with audrey hepburn, and many more.

back onto my hopefully non-existent love life.

so. the guy that reaaaally likes me (we'll call him "bob") knows i'm not interested in a relationship. the part he doesn't know is that i'm only not interested in a relationship with him.

i'm a jerk. i screwed up.

but the thing is, i can't take hurting people. it's inevitable, but i'd rather be the one to get hurt. it doesn't show in any of my previous relationships (the longest of which was about three weeks. or two months. i lost track, but it's still not very long. anyway, i broke up with all the guys, excluding the one where we grew apart and he came out of the closet, and it hurt them alot), but, a lot of stuff doesn't show in my previous relationships.

it's good to let all this out. everyone should get a blog at some point in their life when things are stressful.

i suck.

onto other things, now.

i had surgery yesterday. i love anaesthesia, but only while it's working. afterward, it sucks.

it made me nauseated and tired and gave me a headache. ugh. i can still feel the after effects.

lets talk about the presidential stuff!

i'm a democrat, liberal, and in full support of barack obama.

i like john mccain though. he's got a good sense of humor. did anyone see him on saturday night live?

anyway. this is not a reason i'm supportive of barack obama, but a friend of the family used to go to school with him.

i support his political ideas, and the way he's making presidential election promises to concentrate on alternative forms of energy.

i would say "onto other things," but i'm afraid i've run out of things to say.

surprising, huh?

well, i've got a lot of surprises.

and one of them is that the ghost thing on vickers' blog, rock and roll, completely and totally FREAKED ME OUT. and not in a good way.

my sister's afraid of ghosts. i think she instilled the fear in me. or maybe it was the video.

it's just that, i've been seeing a lot of ghost videos lately. well, not a lot, but enough to scare me. i'm not superstitious, i just get freaked out easily.

has anyone ever seen that one ghost video of that hispanic ghost who died and people got in a car crash because of her? and now the vickers thing...

ack. now i'm freaked out. gotta go watch some college humor stuff on youtube. (shakes)

Tear...

i've been in mourning for four days now.

why? i finished breaking dawn on august third, 2008, at around 8:00 a.m. reading time: 1 a.m. to 3 a.m., short sleeping break, 7 a.m. to 8 a.m.

i cringed at least 12 times in that book.

so. i am just going to forget breaking dawn and make up my own ending for the first three books.

at least bella was turned, though.

BREAKING DAWN SOOO CLOSE!!!!

sos. i'm going to a breaking dawn party tomorrow, and i need help.

i don't know what to wear.

with that in mind, look at what i did to index cards. look below (captions say what the card says, in case you can't read it).

what it says: real men sparkle. (team edward forever.)




what it says: vampires don't need red bull.

edward cullen: sexier than you since world war I.

alice cullen: quirkier than you for as long as she can remember.

you know what? i just got bored with that. i'm just going to type out the rest.

jasper hale: charming ladies since the civil war.
emmett cullen: stronger than you since the depression.
rosalie hale: better than you since...well, forever.
isabella marie swan: has not lived very long (in vampire terms ;0]) but has shown the world that she is the clumsiest person ever.

"i prefer brunettes."
-edward cullen.

well, there's hope for some of us.

songs on the cullen family (bella included) playlist:
blood, blood
read my mind
dirty little secret
death and all his friends
clumsy
lovestoned (emmett...)
dead!
stop and stare (coughrosaliecough)
famous last words
your guardian angel
stay young
breathing
the harvard variations
grand theft autumn
slow down
no aiiiiiiir
the emo song!

it's so sad that there's no boys like girls. :'0[ oh well. i made a playlist full of music to play while i'm reading breaking dawn (-shakes, grins wildly, chatters teeth, screams happily, drinks more monster, passes out and wakes up covered in red, black, and white paint [colors of the breaking dawn cover. i am so obsessiiiiiiiiiiive] with an i love jasper AND edward tattoo-) and IT includes several boys like girls songs. all of the above songs (not including no air...i hate that song with a passion, but thought it would be cool up there 'cause vampires can't breathe...HA HA HA!) are on there, except i didn't have enough money to buy the emo song and my computer rejects limewire because of the dumb security thing. (wow. that was a long sentence.)

i'll probably write more saturday morning, seeing as i'm going to be freaking out about breaking dawn all day tomorrow then grinning wildly when i FINALLY get my copy at midnight.

another thing i started out meaning to put in this post: SOMEONE's birthday is coming up VERY VERY SOON. first person to guess who gets an internet cookie. here's a hint: it's not mine.

i'm just so friggin excited. i even changed my buddy info to my favorite part of the entire twilight saga. here's a copy, but just warning you there are NEW MOON SPOILERS AHEAD. I REPEAT, THERE ARE NEW MOON SPOILERS AHEAD. DO NOT READ IF YOU HAVE NOT YET READ NEW MOON, THE SECOND BOOK IN THE TWILIGHT SAGA, BY STEPHENIE MEYER. THERE ARE NEW MOON SPOILERS AHEAD.

crap. it didn't do it right. (i do know that i could just erase all that, but i once read a book called the year of secret assignments, awesome booke, and it was all about this pen pal project. the six people it was about never really erased anything, they just let their thougts go down. so i decided to never erase anything, unless it really does need to be erased. awesome, right?)

i'll just tell you the page that it was on: page 452 of new moon, starting from "amazing" and ending at "i'll take it."

that is seriously my favorite part of the ENTIRE TWILIGHT SAGA. i've read it as much as a person possibly can.

new moon is my favorite, by the way.

this got longer then i meant for it to. i'm guessing it's because of the pictures. :0].

i can't wait until tomorrow. :0] :0] :0]

:0]

sean isn't mad at me anymore. the world is right again.

once upon a time there was a girl who liked energy drinks and chocolate.

one day, she discovered that she was allergic to the chocolate she loved so dearly. she tried to take an advil and eat it, but she broke out in hives.

she wept all day and all night for twelve days and nights and then died in a pool of her own tears.

the end.

it's a sick, sick world when someone is allergic to chocolate.

good thing i'm not.

Viva la Vida

I used to rule the world
Seas would rise when I gave the word
Now in the morning I sleep alone
Sweep the streets I used to own

I used to roll the dice
Feel the fear in my enemies eyes
Listen as the crowd would sing:"Now the old king is dead! Long live the king!"

One minute I held the key
Next the walls were closed on me
And I discovered that my castles stand
Upon pillars of salt, and pillars of sand

I hear Jerusalem bells are ringing
Roman Cavalry choirs are singingBe my mirror my sword and shield
My missionaries in a foreign field
For some reason I can not explain
Once you know there was never, never an honest word
That was when I ruled the world(Ohhh)

It was the wicked and wild wind
Blew down the doors to let me in.
Shattered windows and the sound of drums

People could not believe what I'd become
Revolutionaries Wait
For my head on a silver plate
Just a puppet on a lonely string
Oh who would ever want to be king?

I hear Jerusalem bells are ringing
Roman Cavalry choirs are singing
Be my mirror my sword and shield
My missionaries in a foreign field
For some reason I can not explain
I know Saint Peter won't call my name
Never an honest word
And that was when I ruled the world(Ohhhhh Ohhh Ohhh)

Hear Jerusalem bells are ringings
Roman Cavalry choirs are singing
Be my mirror my sword and shield
My missionaries in a foreign field
For some reason I can not explain
I know Saint Peter will call my name
Never an honest word
But that was when I ruled the world
Oooooh Oooooh Oooooh

Writing

so. here we go.

vickers and i are cowriting a story. i'm editing all her stuff for her and maybe even writing a couple chapters. hence the cowriting part. here's the link:

http://aworldthatsnotyours.blogspot.com

so, yeah. i wrote both chapter threes, and vickers wrote chapters one and two (and i edited).

i'm kinda (really) upset right now, 'cause sean is being mad at me for reasons which i cannot tell the world, as someone might read this and find out. so i am sad.

and you know, i still have to put freaking drops in my eyes from the dumbass pink eye i got at camp. i can wear my contacts again, but it's all UGH.

hold on, i'm going to go put in my contacts, as i just reminded myself to do so.

the world kinda sucks right now, you know?

Censored

by the way.

after i finish writing all my posts, i go back to censor it or replace it with words that are g-rated.

(this message brought to you by the motion picture rating system of america and di.)

Cell

i got a new friggin cell phone number today. and i dont friggin want it.

the one thing i hate about blogging is that my parents (who stumbled upon this page one day [dont ask me how, or even worse, WHY]) and pretty much anyone can just look on here and see exactly how i feel.

guess what, world? SOMETIMES I DON'T WANT YOU TO KNOW HOW I FEEL.

but, my father can just friggin look on here. my sister, too.

wanna hear about my morning this morning? too bad.

i wake up to hear my father screaming "DI! DI! DI!" im just like, whats going on? and he comes in and is all, "is your cell phone in your purse?" and he goes and looks in it anyway before i say anything. and then he says, "oh, it is." and then he leaves. a couple seconds later:

"DI! DI! DI, WHERE ARE YOU! COME HERE!"

and i'm thinking that someone's got in a car crash or something, and so i go in and im like, "what?" all groggy and whatnot. he says i need to redo my phone number.

so i'm ticked.

i do it, and then right before the last step, my phone runs out of power.

not the best thing to happen to you in the world. and it was morning.

i leave it to my dad to try and get it to work (and it does, he plugs it into my charger and turns it on).

i then go right on making my morning waffles, because i know i won't be able to get back to sleep. then i remember that we're going out for breakfast, so i have to stop my waffles from cooking (burning myself in the friggin process) and put them back into the friggin freezer. then my sister walks by and says, "are you packed?"

and that really ticks me off, because my dad told me to pack in the morning. (i'm going on a trip to my sister's place, in case you were wondering.)

so then we go to breakfast, after me rushing around to get ready, and i get better.

fun, right?

Braids

my sister is currently braiding my hair.

aw, crap. she just finished.

guess that means i need to end this post.

Boys Like Girls

okays. let's get one thing straight.

boys like girls is the best. ever.

i just got back from seeing them live. i stood in line FOREVER to see them, and it was completely and totally worth it. i sang along to all the songs, and the people around me told me to shut up, and i didn't, and it was totally awesome.

i know all the songs by heart, including the ones from the aol music sessions and bonus tracks. i also know the learning to fall remix.

and when they started singing thunder? it was raining. and then it started thundering. IT WAS SO AWESOME.

metro station was there before them. i fell asleep, and then woke up when i heard them say boys like girls. i'm like, programmed to do that. wake up when i hear boys like girls. or martin johnson. or a song. anything relating to boys like girls, really.

i have diagnosed myself with oblgd (obsessive boys like girls disorder). does anyone agree with me?

because i have more reasons to be diagnosed with it.

seriously, if there was a day where boys like girls could just come perform for me, that day would be the best day of my life.

(and yes, there are more reasons than that, too.)

omigod! on top of the world just came on my ipod! it's not like hearing it live, but it's still awesome.

i'm giving a big fangirl sigh right now. :0]

Camp

i figured i should tell you about my little adventures at camp in a new post, just 'cause it's that long. 0.o

sunday: my parents dropped me off after the four hour drive it took to get to camp. some of the girls in my tent (we were freaking TENT camping) looked at my shirt and decided i was a freak. the ones who didn't: mariah, ashlyn, hannah, jessica. we stayed in the tent. the bell rang, and we took the swim test. then we ate dinner and went to bed.

monday: the bell rang to wake us up. i already hated that freaking bell. we got ready and then went to breakfast. unlike my old camp, meals were not served as if you were in a dining hall. people got up to get their table food. it was...not what i expected, if ya catch my drift. after that, there was chapel. this really upset me, because my old camp did not have chapel and let everyone in. i bet i could sue the camp for not being respectful to people who are hindu or jewish or muslim or something.

but yeah.

then it was free roam, in which i spent my time in art. i met some guys and for some reason, girls still didn't like me.

(quote from vickers: "URGGGG I hate people who take one look at someone and can just say shes weird or she crazy without really knowing wat theyre like. It bugs me to death because its sooo rude.")

after art, it was lunch. i ate. then rest period. i slept. free swim. i swam, then went to store and bought a sierra mist. went to my special, which was supposed to be rock climbing, but that turned into a trip that we were supposed to leave for on wednesday, so i signed up for newspaper instead.

newspaper was fun. there were two guys and this infamous girl at camp, who was staying for the whole summer. we laughed, and we made our supervisor, a journalism major, laugh.

then it was dinner. i ate. after that, battle-oh, which is like a more strategic and free-for-all version of capture the flag. it was better then i expected it to be.

after that, i took a shower and went to bed.

tuesday: a carbon copy of monday. except there was no battle-oh. there was...-trying to think of it-...um, something else. i blurt it out randomly later, hopfully.

wednesday: woke up to the bell. i really, really hated that bell. i ate breakfast. i went to chapel and considered all the different things i could sue them for. mariah and i went to archery, sports, and THEN art. then i went to lunch and was told that the rock climbing trip had been canceled due to rain.

that really brightened my perspective. not.

rest period. free swim.

it was holiday week, and that night was thanksgiving. i ate mashed potatoes.

we watched a movie that night; corpse bride. it was a waste of time (no offense to you corpse bride lovers out there). then i showered and went to bed.

thursday: was the best day of the week. i got up to the bell (which wasnt the best start...then again, if you woke up to a bell ringing for like, ten straight minutes, you wouldnt be in the best of moods either) and went to breakfast. thennn i was told that i COULD go rock climbing, just on a manmade wall, instead of a natural one.

it was really, really fun.

then it was fish sticks for lunch, which were actually okay. then rest period, in which i slept. then free swim, in which i swam. newspaper was fun again. it was the last one, and our supervisor told us we had procrastinated too much, so we would only have two pages for our paper. he also told me that i was a good author (i blushed and banged my head against the wall. the other kids laughed at me).

dinner. i ate rubber.

then we got ready for the dance. the dance was the most fun thing to happen all week. it made everything better. i got asked to dance more than i expected, so i was happy. and it was fun, and they played vsad (violence, sex, alcohol, and drugs) inappropriate songs. we danced inappropriately and the system didn't try to stop us. after that, the tent i was in had snacks and plotted revenge against a tent that had run through and woken everyone up the previous day. then we went to sleep, not even bothering with changing into pajamas.

the next day i woke up with my eyes crusted over. i had pink eye.

i went to the hospital, because the nurse was only a first aider. they gave me vigamox, which is these eyedrops that kill, like, ALL the bacteria in your eyes. i know because one, my mom used to work for an opthamologist and two, i used it in april because i had this really nasty eye infection that was really sensitive to light and hurt a lot.

anyway. we (the c.i.t. who had a hemmorhage in her eye and the two counselors) stayed in the waiting room for about twelve years, and then they told me i had pink eye and gave me the drops in under two minutes.

typical, right?

then we stopped at wal-mart for the counselors to get ink for their computer(s). they bought me a sprite because they felt sorry for me.

i had beans for dinner and had to sleep in the clinic. the next day i left early.

exciting week, right?

this took me about five hours to write, because i went shopping for godknowswhat and then my cousins came over. and now i've got to go because they're all waiting for me to rejoin them in the watching of 50 first dates.

not really. they just told me to let the dog out.

Long Ago, There Once Was A Blog...

that blog they're talking about?

it's mine.

sorry for not updating for twelve years. i forgot about it, then i went to camp. then vickers got a new blog and i got reminded about this one.

what can i say?

so, while all my friends (seansean got a blog! yay!) are out there having awesome blogs, i am over here with the original crap 'cause i can't figure out how to do anything.

but, i'm back. whoopie.

i've decided to take headlines and make comments about them. like steven colbert or whatever his name is. bold is gonna be the headline, italics the sentences of the article i decide to include.

just kidding. i tried it, and it came out looking really one-sided and ugly and not at all considerate. so i erased, and you can't see it.

well, buy me a business and call me evil.

in case you hadn't noticed, i am fairly irritable today. i just got back from a very long drive to my mother's friend's house (where we didn't stay-we went out to lunch) and visited with them. my mom's friend had her ten year old daughter with her. doesn't sound too bad, right?

the ten year old was smarter than me.

i hope you can understand now.

on a happier note: i got new glasses today. they're these really cute juicy couture ones. they're roundish and black on the outside and light blue on the inside.

i like them a lot. i took a break from my contacts for the day and wore them instead.

this looks like a good place to stop.

beta-ing

so i decided to give a shout-out to my friend sean. 'cause he rocks like that.

on with it: do you feel you have horrible grammer/spelling/typos/anythingelseyoucanthinkof thatbothersyouwhenyouwrite? do you think there's no solution to this problem?

well, 'lo and behold, users of blogger/blogspot: i've got a solution for ya.

get a beta reader.

you know, someone who looks at something twice, edits it, gives you tips, and basically is your second reader, second opinion, second commando.

i am one of those extraordinary people. (am i overdoing it?) to get my services, just ask in a comment.

history behind the 'beta' word thingy: you know how wolves are all alpha as the leader and stuff? and beta as the second?

you can guess the rest.

right now, there's a song stuck in my head. and i can't remember what it's called. isn't it so INFURIATING when that happens? i mean, it's like you wanna remember the name soo bad, but you can't. which sucks beyond relief.

yeah. i'm still being emo about the whole not-being-able-to-go-to-the-bookstore thing.

and doesn't it make you mad when someone won't let you have an emo moment? when those cheery people just go around cheering people up? they totally shouldn't do that. it's like...annoying or something.

i keep thinking about how when people read this they're gonna think i sound like a typical teenage girl of '08.

well, i'm off to go catch some friday late night television. start commenting, people. :0] jk.

Love.

so i just watched enchanted. again. with my grandparents, who're visiting. and it made me feel kinda bad. not my grandparents visiting, the movie.

'cause, see, they talk about true love and happy endings and fairy tale lands and all sorts of stuff.

and i don't believe in it.

i know you're prolly thinking, "suuure ya don't," or, "aw. i feel so bad for you. you have to discover true love! happy ending DO exist!"

my views on happy endings: they. do. not. exist. why? people leave. people get sick. people grow out of each other. people DIE. would you call getting left alone without the person you 'truly love' a happy ending?

didn't think so.

true love: does not exist. i don't believe in it. i've said that about a katrillion times already, but i just wanna drive the point in. i think you find someone that doesn't (completely) tick you off and makes your hormones go YUMMY!!!!!!!!

i know vickers, who may or may not be reading this, is prolly going, "i need to show diana that true love exists!" well vickers, show it to me.

on another note, i didn't get to go to the bookstore today. which totally sucked.

well, i'm off to be homesick by watching the capitol four fireworks show.

Dang.

blogspot isn't letting me get a cbox.

this makes me angry.

arg.

a weight is lifted, on this evening i give the final blow. when darkness turns to light, it ends tonight, it ends tonight, just a little insight won't make this right it's too late to fight it ends tonight. it ends tonight. now i'm on my own side-it's better than being on your side.

i'm pretty bored. on the fourth of july.

isn't that, like, illegal?

-sigh- it's the fourth again

its the fourth of july again. and i'm trying to get a cbox.

before i got this blog, i was considering getting a freewebs and putting all the little craps i wanted to on there.

but then i got this yesterday.

you're prolly thinking, "wtf? why is this girl posting like 3 things in the first few freakin' hours that she gets a blog?" i have an answer to this.

i don't know.

but anyway, i found cboxes thanks to quizilla.com. it's a pretty cool site. except now, they've 'upgraded' and i can't figure anything out.

the first story i ever read on quizilla was a harry potter's twin sister one. it was actually really well done (unlike other fics like that) and i continued to read it through the sequel. i even commented on the author's cbox, and we had our own lil' group buddy thingy going on.

then quizilla upgraded, and i became oblivious.

the message here, kids: don't talk to strangers.

Just to say...

yeah. just thought i'd say. people can be real buttholes sometimes, but you've always got to forgive them. always.

speshul (yeah, i spelled it like that) shout-outs to: seansean, nimmy (you can do a blog, i know it!), and vickers. cuz they rock like that.

live.laugh.love.

its random, i know. but that's me, in a nutshell. but i'd much rather be in a peapod, 'cause those are mucho cooler and green. nutshells are just...brown. not very fun, if ya ask me.

ho hum. i could talk about so much, but nothing's coming to mind. woe is me, the tragic hero i am, who never knows the answer and doesn't know what to talk about.

anyway, i thought i might mention that i get to SEE BOYS LIKE GIRLS LIVE!!!!!!!! i'm so superduper excited about it. at first, i was gonna try to raise money for myself for paramore tickets, and then i saw that boys like girls was cheaper, sooo i got those and i'm so excited and i'm making a really long sentence which brings us to the present.

hey. at least i found something to talk about.

random story: the other day i was at h.e.b. (which stands for harold edward butt, a.k.a harry e. butt. what were his parents thinking?) missing giant and safeway a lot. i went down the school supplies aisle, and there were these pens. do you know what they were called? twilight pens. so i bought them. just cuz their name was twilight. would you call that obsessive?

im probably gonna stay in this twilight obsessed mood until midnight sun comes out. sorry, guys.

i discovered something really, really important/cool/awesome/bestthingtoeverhappenEVER a couple days ago.

i live near a converse store.

they sell the coolest crap there. t-shirts, hats, BACKPACKS, and lots and lots of shoes. -sigh- i could live there. the guy working there taught me how to bar my laces, which rocked, cuz i always got confused about that. see, before, i always had to buy converse for like $999999999999999999 at famous footwear. which sucked. but now, i can buy it straight from the store. with military discount.

i still miss my friends like heck, though. nothing can stop that.

so i'm rereading uglies again. and its just as good as the first time. and it still, like, really creeps me out, 'cause that could actually happen. good 'ol scott westerfeld made it really realistic (except for the hole in the wall thing-i really don't think that's possible). seriously, read this:

"'Well, the Rusties did live in a house of cards, but someone gave it a pretty big shove. No one ever found out who. Maybe it was a Rusty weapon that got out of control. Maybe it was people in some poor country who didn't like the way the Rusties ran things. Maybe it was just an accident, like the flowers, or some lone scientist who wanted to mess things up.'

'But what happened?'

'A bug got loose, but it didn't infect people. It infected petroleum.'

'Oil got infected?'

He nodded. 'Oil is organic, made from old plants and dinosaurs and stuff. Somebody made a bacterium that ate it. The spores spread through the air, and when they landed in petroleum, processed or crude, they sprouted. Like a mold or something. It changed the chemical composition of the oil Have you ever seen phosphorus?'

'It's an elemnt, right?'

'Yeah. And it catches fire on contact with air.'

Tally nodded. She remembered playing with the stuff in chem class, wearing goggles and talking about all the tricks you could do with it. But no one ever thought of a trick that wouldn't kill someone.

'Oil infected by this bacterium was just as unstable as phosphorus. It exploded on contact with oxygen. And as it burned, the spores were released in the smoke, and spread on the wind. Until the spores to to the next car, or airplane, or oil well, and started growing again.'

'Wow. And they used oil for everything, right?'

David nodded. 'Like those cars down there. They must have been infected as they tried to get out of town.'

'Why didn't they just walk?'

'Stupid, I guess.'"

obviously, i don't own any of the uglies series. just thought i'd put that there.

but isnt that creepy? there's a perfectly logical explanation to almost the ENTIRE WORLD dying.

the song 'empty apartment' by yellowcard is stuck in my head.

well, tomorrow's july 4. or today, i guess. hopefully i'll be able to go to the bookstore. i haven't read masquerade: a blue bloods novel yet, and i really wanna buy/read secrets of my hollywood life: family affair. i wasn't lying when i said i've read most every book out there.

wow. what was meant to be a coupla sentences turned into, like, 12 years.

anywho, i'm off to shave my legs in the middle of the night. while drinking monster. my cousin looked at the nutrition facts for monster the other day, and she was all, "zomg this has liek so mach suga!!!1!!!@!2" and i was all, "but it has b vitamins!" and then she was all, "oh. well then, buy as much as you want."

it was pretty cool.

Le Introduction

to start off on stuff about me. i hate capitalizing my letters whenever i'm on the internet. and i like hairbrushes.

i really, really love boys like girls. the little name-y thingy up top or wherever this site puts it is from their song "let go". i could give you this whole history about where the song was from and how much i love the band, but i'm not.

pretty cool, right?

my friends pretty much rock hard. all the time. and i can never seem to stop talking to them. im either texting someone ('cause i don't call people) or i'm on AIM (with an away message...those things rock) or i'm sleeping. that last didnt have anything to do with my friends. i just like sleeping.

but, see, it's kinda sad. 'cause i can't really talk to my friends in person any more. i moved a coupla weeks ago, and have been just a little miserable ever since. also, i think converse are really cool.

i could act like a freak and go on about how awesome my cat is, but that would be acting like a freak. anyway. about the little address thing waaay up top. you're prolly thinking, "book freak? what a freak..." and yeah, i am a freak. but i like to read. and it was REALLY hard to find something that wasn't already taken.

meh (say it out loud) books: alex rider, TWILIGHT baby (august 2, here we come!), clique (when i wanna laugh), meg cabot (all of them), blue bloods, harry potter, uglies, and pretty much anything else you've ever read.

i also like movies. but the address thingy doesn't say moviefreak. it says bookfreak. (im inwardly snorting right now-i hope you can read...)

i like emo music. and popcorn. and monster. im completely addicted to 5 gum (but only the cobalt flavor. i cant stand cinnamon or the green stuff). i go on about stuff and try to be relatable. i like to write. i like to write and listen to music at the same time. i go to sleep a lot.

look. a twilight zone marathon on sci fi. im gonna go watch it and get drunk on monster.