In addition to that, I had my script for TV Production and my stories due for Newspaper. I have had something for Band every single day this week.
But, as much as I would love to spend the next 500 words rambling about how horrible, and horribly busy, my life is. I thought it would be better spent with you looking at this lovely long stretch of blank space.
Now. Wasn't that fun?
Seriously, if I had the patience or mental capacity to write an intelligent blog post I would. Instead I'm going to sit here on my parents reclining (and surprisingly comfortable) couch, read, check Twitter, start planning for NaNoWriMo (which requires a completely separate blog post to explain), and hope that my Real Head does not explode.
To sign off I will leave you with a small part of my NaNoNovel from 2010.
“Trust me Groundling boy we really don’t have the time for me to tell you my life story at the moment. I don’t how close the damn Air agents are and I would really like to not who they are. So that means I have to keep moving. And since you’re the one who volunteered to help me you have to move too.”
“I didn’t really volunteer…”
“Semantics. Just go…”
He glanced back in the direction of the clearing then back at me. “Stay here. I’m going to get some you some money. Don’t run away, otherwise I won’t be able to help you.”
“Blah, blah, blah. I understand. Just move. Run.”
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