I got 710s on both of my SAT IIs!!!! Woohoo!!! Perhaps life is looking up....?

I'm housesitting for my dad today--he's out of town. Poor Rocky-dog. He just can't take care of himself. Anyways, the prospect is semi-good, as I have to cans of spaghettios, two packs of instant miso, a box of Hot Pockets, and half a footlong from Subway in the fridge. Pluuuuuuuus a big ol' bottle of Sierra Mist. WHOLE bottle.

Ah. Scratch that. Not a WHOLE bottle anymore.

Ohhhh... Sweet, sweet, sweet carbonation.....

I've got music on, and I'm sitting up against a wall in the hallway--plugged into the internet AND the wall in my dad's room. Wireless still isn't working, so I'm hooked up to this funky yellow cord. Buuuut he got a power cord that plugs into the back of the laptop! No more fatso docking station!!! Or, at least, while I'm borrowing this cord... Hopefully he can get me one for myself! (love) Anyways, I'm pretty comfortable. Internet on laptop is effing HEAVEN, as far as I'm concerned.

If Heaven has Sierra Mist. Which, right now, it does.

What's the point in using a cup when no one else is gonna drink any? There isn't one--I'm tellin' you that. I said I'm tellin' you that.

Unfortunately, my mom won't let me spend the night here on my own, which I think is just ridiculous. I'm pretty sure I'm old enough to do things by myself by now, but whatever.....

See, she told me that if I could get someone else to spend the night with me, she wouldn't have to stay. And she kind of doesn't want to, because she's got stuff going on tomorrow. But I doubt anyone would be able to stay the night without adult supervision.... Because we're not seventeen years old or anything, I mean, seriously, I don't know what you're talking about.........

I'm not sure if you'll read this before I get the chance to phone you (I have my cell, by the way), but if you do I suppose you can turn me down in comment form. Maybe, just maybe, you won't have to. Maybe--just maybe--you would be able to stay. And we could write, 'cause I feel like it. And watch movies. And write, because there's not much else too do, honestly. It's the perfect writing sanctuary. Not very many distractions... Kind of marooned here.....

Plus, we could just truck it on down to Foster's, which is literally a fifteen minute trip two-ways, and get some tasty milkshakes, or late-night grilled cheeses. Eh? Eh?

(Canadian?? Eh??? Eh??!)

Yes, I feel like writing again. And I think I've figured a way out to move me gradually from the Whack BANG world back into the open state of mind in which a writer must find herself to produce anything good. I shall do a side-story in that universe! Aww, yeah, man. Pre-Whack Bang. Allen's the feature, 'cause I want to bring him to life again. And no Maggie in the picture at all. And I can use my new character, Jake (who's a girl). Hoorah.

I also figured out just where my ending went (because it came out, but I didn't really get it at the time). Yes, figured it out. Menendian's voice was just rattling around in my brain, so I decided to take what he always said and make it work to my advantage: "Are we satisfied with this ending? Can we believe it? Is that what really happened?" (Even though he hesitates to use such a word...) I need to tweek some things, fix it up, but I kind of doubt anyone will catch it when they read. I might need your help on that.

Well, talk to you later. Thought it was worth a chance, just asking you about it. Maybe you can come, probably not. 'Sall good. Anyways, we have the show tomorrow. Can't even tell you how excited I am about that. I got my hair done all cute today--pre-senior pictures, you know--so maybe I'll still retain some of that cuteness tomorrow night, we'll see.

EDIT:::: Hoodlum has a Facebook. Haha. *snigger snigger*.....