Today was fairly uneventful. PT this morning, class, waiting for my friend who goes to USC to ichat with me, and... what else? OH! Dan the bus driver is the coolest person ever and I love him with my soul.
The biggest part of my day is the last three, well, three and a half hours, which I have spent reformatting the novel I am working on called Rhino Lips. Before, it was just in a word document of 'la la la, I'm a creativity fairy full of creative thoughts and know nothing about what writing a book entails'. And I don't really, I just kind of write and see what happens, but today a publisher-y woman named Melanie (kind of funny because my favorite English teacher's name was Melanie)(...well, I thought it was funny) so I figured I should look into it, and I found a wonderful template that you can write in and it makes it... right. YAY! So, that was the last part of my life I will never get back again ever in my ever.
I really want to paint. I want to paint a finger. I don't know why, but they are so useful and they are really nice to me all the time. They hold my pencils and brushes, and type my papers and hold incriminating evidence if I ever murder someone or steal a kitten... Well, that last one was kind of a negative about fingers, but overall they are wonderful. And I love them. I love them for all day.
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