Nobody is allowed to say that my life is boring.
I suppose I'll start with yesterday.
Yesterday I went with Andrea to the Franklin Mills Mall to get our prom dresses. Fabulous time- tried on six dresses, loved three, narrowed it down to two and then finally picked a beautiful cream colored one. Am now very excited for prom. We ate lunch out, then headed home. I was so tired in the car that I nearly fell asleep. I got home around two to find the house *gasp* VACANT.
I couldn't pass up the opportunity to sleep without hearing the tv on in the family room, or people talking/arguing, or my brother doing something stupid. So I took a nap that was only supposed to be an hour or so, but turned into a four hour doze. Woke up around seven and got dinner (some soup) then watched tv. I wanted to stay up until my mom got home around eleven so that I could show her my dress.
After that, I mostly just killed time online... and I watched Scrubs. My mom got home, I tried on the dress, she loved it. Success! I was then bored, so I think I stayed online doing things until I got tired around one. I went to bed, fairly confident that I was going to sleep until at least noon.
So, imagine my surprise when I wake up at three AM with the worst cramps ever. Can't find my heating pad (grrr, it's still lost) so I take some painkillers and relax in front of the computer while I'm waiting for them to take effect. Michael came back from his nerdy activities and late night whatevers, pretty surprised that I was still up. We talked until five in the morning. It was sometime around four that I realized that going to bed was pointless because I was going to make myself nocturnal and mess up my sleep schedule.
Instead I decided to stay up and work on my novel. The past few weekends have been frightfully unproductive- I've written 500 words over the past three weekends, if that much. So I figured it's time to sit down and get some stuff done.
Wrote 2,000 ish words. Saw the sun rise. Heard my alarm go off at six, laughed at it. And then I got some breakfast around nine and reread what I wrote, trying to justify the fact that my entire novel isn't crap. It's currently not working, so I'm debating if I should A. plow on through and write some more or B. Put it away, because my mindset won't change and if I think it's crap I'm only going to delete it anyway.
Fun night, hmm?
Yesterday I went with Andrea to the Franklin Mills Mall to get our prom dresses. Fabulous time- tried on six dresses, loved three, narrowed it down to two and then finally picked a beautiful cream colored one. Am now very excited for prom. We ate lunch out, then headed home. I was so tired in the car that I nearly fell asleep. I got home around two to find the house *gasp* VACANT.
I couldn't pass up the opportunity to sleep without hearing the tv on in the family room, or people talking/arguing, or my brother doing something stupid. So I took a nap that was only supposed to be an hour or so, but turned into a four hour doze. Woke up around seven and got dinner (some soup) then watched tv. I wanted to stay up until my mom got home around eleven so that I could show her my dress.
After that, I mostly just killed time online... and I watched Scrubs. My mom got home, I tried on the dress, she loved it. Success! I was then bored, so I think I stayed online doing things until I got tired around one. I went to bed, fairly confident that I was going to sleep until at least noon.
So, imagine my surprise when I wake up at three AM with the worst cramps ever. Can't find my heating pad (grrr, it's still lost) so I take some painkillers and relax in front of the computer while I'm waiting for them to take effect. Michael came back from his nerdy activities and late night whatevers, pretty surprised that I was still up. We talked until five in the morning. It was sometime around four that I realized that going to bed was pointless because I was going to make myself nocturnal and mess up my sleep schedule.
Instead I decided to stay up and work on my novel. The past few weekends have been frightfully unproductive- I've written 500 words over the past three weekends, if that much. So I figured it's time to sit down and get some stuff done.
Wrote 2,000 ish words. Saw the sun rise. Heard my alarm go off at six, laughed at it. And then I got some breakfast around nine and reread what I wrote, trying to justify the fact that my entire novel isn't crap. It's currently not working, so I'm debating if I should A. plow on through and write some more or B. Put it away, because my mindset won't change and if I think it's crap I'm only going to delete it anyway.
Fun night, hmm?