Who cares if I'm cheating? The Honors Code doesn't cover this anway...

There I was, at the bookstore, loading up on LoCo items, since they are all on sale. And there. On the bookshelf.
A novel writing kit. I kind of laughed, but I did end up buying it.

It's by the guy who founded NaNoWriMo, and there really were some great tips in there. There is a progress chart (Darn you mother. I don't want to use it so I'm going to make a bigger one on posterboard so that it can be used another time), gold star stickers, and tip-a-day cards.

I'm super excited.

I think I'm sort of cheating, because I've already started writing before I found the kit, and they are pretty insistent that you don't have anything written before you start. But considering I only had about a 1,000 words, I don't see much of a problem.

So I've decided to work around National Novel Writing Month, and write one premature. I figure, it's the summer, I only have one class, and I should be able to get a little more than 1,500 words a day, right?

I found this great workbook (that is really meant for high school students but who cares I'm still only 18 anyway) for planning through things. I like things to be planned....I can't help it. Haha.

Soooooooo that's what I'm going to do at work today. How about you?

Cats in suits

Oh my goodness.

I'll never look at Men In Black the same way every again.

The Internet is a tool....sort of like a hole punch.

It's there, and we love to use it, but sometimes we find ourselves punching holes in papers that have no binder.

I'm not sure where I'm going with this analogy.

Either way. Today, I found the most wonderful site.

englishrussia.com

It has lots of pictures from Russia.

I'm considering making it my homepage.

I guess we all can't play with toy trucks and EZ Bake Ovens.

Once again I'm back to being unable to control my urges.

Let me explain.
As a kid, I was not really a doll type of girl. I had little soap operas going on between my 4 pack of crayons (every one knows that any more than that just gets complicated and turns brown), what with the floozy red and arrogant blue hooking up and yellow and green being the dysfunctional secondary couple that kept getting in the way. The same type of playing happened with my sweet collection of toy cars. I had this pretty awesome car that changed from pink to white if I ran it under hot water. Therefore it was the cool one, and various soap-opera scenarios ensued.
I digress.
I never really played with dolls. I had stuffed animals that I liked more, and despite having lots of Barbie stuff, I just could not get into it. Maybe there just was not enough drama.

However. I have recently discovered an updated version of my mom's favorite past-time as a girl: Paper dolls.
It took 18 years, but now I've discovered a fascination with dress up - tragically for me, this manifests in me opening up sparkly pink web pages designed for 7 year old girls...while at work.

I can't help it. Curses to you glitter and flash animations.


And I hate it when the clothes don't snap on and I have to drag them into place.

But if you were filled with candy, I'm not sure I wouldn't get the bat.

I have an addictive personality. This is a fact.

If I ever get into something, and find myself very interested, or involved, then it becomes rather hard to stop. For example, even as a little kid, whenever I would bring home a new book, I found myself unable to put it down until I finished.

As a result, I would stay up until two in the morning, and when my mom got up in the middle of the night and discovered my light was on, I would rush to make something up such as, "I just got up to go to the bathroom," or "I'm having trouble sleeping."

Well yes. I am having trouble sleeping. Because I'm having issues trying to bring myself to sleep.

Anyway. Back on point. I don't have much free time. Really, I'd like to go to the gym. Even though I have a membership, and truly enjoy going, I can't bring myself to go. Probably because I get dragged into other activities that I can't pull myself away from.

Facebook: I keep checking. Really? No one comments on your photos or anything, and I really doubt that you're going to get another notification in the next half second.

fmylife.com: Sometimes it makes me feel better about my life. And then I realize that I'm spending my time reading about downers in people's lives when I could be living mine.

failblog.org: Same reason as above.

And most recently, and I am ashamed to say it: Viva Piñata.

I've always noticed that I get a little too compulsive about games like the Sims, or other types of "you create a world/farm/house/take care of this thing" games. This is no exception.

They are piñatas. I don't even like piñatas. When ever I had one for my birthday, my dad would always bring the rope up while it was my turn so I always missed. Everyone would laugh at me for missing, and I would be terribly embarrassed and ashamed.

And yet, the concept of building a beautiful little garden filled with the beasts appeals to me.

I'm trying to wean myself off - I've only been playing since last Saturday, but I've already slacked on my work, am alienating my friends, and have started yelling at people when they interrupt me when I'm trying to get a breeding bonus.

I hope I don't get the shakes.