Weekends and Stories

Ok, now, I could go off like crazy on both at the same time, but I think I'll save you the brain damage.

First, weekends. They are amazing things, they really are. Sure people can be pretty amazing themselves, but there always comes a time when you just have to get away for the WHOLE day, not just the afternoon. Now, I'll admit it, I'm a lazy bum, but I think everyone feels that way from time to time. That 'I will go cray and come to work with a sawed off shot gun sitting by my chair just to watch peoples reactions' feeling that you just can't seem to shake until you've chilled out in a closed room for a day... and a half... and stayed in bed until noon... and stay up doing silly things until one. Perhaps you don't have it to that extreme, but hey, I'm a writer with an over active imagination and a muse who cashes butterflies and possibly bombs. Yeah. Musey is a bit psycho, but then again you could say that I my self am rather like the psycho bunny. You know, the 'I see dumb people' bunny? Yeah, that one. She's waving at you from your computer screen. Say HI! Ok, returning to sanity. Anyway, weekends are when you recover from that insanity and refresh yourself so you don't fly off the handle and freak someone out to the point that they say, 'Hey, the men in white coats called. They asked if I'd seen a five foot four brunette running around talking about dragons and fairies.' Again, maybe you don't get that extreme, but somewhere out there, I have a feeling that someone besides me can think up these things pertaining to themselves. Thankfully, I haven't really felt like taking anything really strange to school, but I have thought of dressing up in black with dark eye shadow and painting my nails with black nail polish that had dark red glitter in it. I also wore high heeled black leather boots to school just to prove a point. Luckily, it turned out alright.  ... Let us just say that, I'm glad the weekend of the twenty-first week of school is drawing ever nearer.

Now, stories. I'll try to be briefer on this topic, but frankly, it is just so wonderful to me that I may well wax eloquent in my praise of this glorious pastime passed on through the ages. There! See? I'm already going off on it. Anyway, as clarification for my previous statement about a story I am submitting to that thing at that place for that thing... it was for a competition outside my general area so it was mailed off Tuesday. I always feel... anxious and fidgety when other people read my work so I try to forget about it and focus on other stuff the rest of the day. But on the topic of stories, they are never finished, even after the main character dies. Another can always take up the plot. No draft is ever completed. There is always something you could have done better.

Yeah! I was brief! Anyway, Dad and Mom are home and I am coming down with a head cold so I shall bid you ado for a while. It may be a short while or it may be a long while, but I shall post for sure when the results of the competition comes back.

Later!
Lil Bit