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So my friend held a birthday party yesterday and decided to torture me by forcing me to go to New Moon with her. And it's not that the movie was boring, which it was, that offends me. It's just that the whole thing is so blah. I don't care if they didn't stray from the source material, I don't care if Edward and Bella stay together or not, and I don't care about Robert Pattinson's naked torso. Actually, I REALLY didn't care for that. That was complete fan disservice as opposed to fan service like Taylor Lautner's naked torso. I just have no emotions invested into this franchise or any of its characters due to the bad story-telling. The soundtrack was nice though.
It's occurred to me that I haven't written much lately. At least for fun because trust me, I've been writing plenty for AP LA, AP US History, and Young Critics Workshop. I'm almost done with outlining the-NaNoWriMo-novel-that-I'm-actually-going-to-work-on-as-a-real-novel except for how to resolve the conflict. And I'm conceptualizing with a short thing about the violin that's either going to be a personal narrative or a really personal piece of fiction. I need to write, but everytime I sit down I think of ten things that are way more pressing. I especially need to generate some good writing this year since I already have a number of summer writing programs that I'm going to apply to and I'm SO not going to get into any of these with crap (or older pieces).
Still no cute boys. Alas. Maybe I should just give up on the prospects of going to ANY school dance or boy-girl thing.
It's occurred to me that I haven't written much lately. At least for fun because trust me, I've been writing plenty for AP LA, AP US History, and Young Critics Workshop. I'm almost done with outlining the-NaNoWriMo-novel-that-I'm-actually-going-to-work-on-as-a-real-novel except for how to resolve the conflict. And I'm conceptualizing with a short thing about the violin that's either going to be a personal narrative or a really personal piece of fiction. I need to write, but everytime I sit down I think of ten things that are way more pressing. I especially need to generate some good writing this year since I already have a number of summer writing programs that I'm going to apply to and I'm SO not going to get into any of these with crap (or older pieces).
Still no cute boys. Alas. Maybe I should just give up on the prospects of going to ANY school dance or boy-girl thing.