Michael Phelps is the coolest thing to happen to swimming since Ian Thrope. But SO much cooler. One, because he won 8 gold medals for America. Two, he's much cuter. And three, he lives within a 100 mile radius of me. The hope is aLIVE! I'm really sad now that swimming is over. No more gold medal coaster jokes or Katie Hoff ones for me. However! there is hope! The Bennidit Arnold of Gymnastics, Alicia Sacramonie, still has even finals! Jokes abound.
The words. They are killing me. Breaking Dawn Happened and Michele visited and I needed to redirect quite a bit, so Labby at ff.net hasn't been updated in two weeks. But this is more so due to redirection. Sarah's been screaming at me that I've f*cked up her character, and Jareth's just laying back, saying I did that to him ten chapters ago, when he admitted to loving her. WHY!?!?!? lol. It's really not THAT bad, but I wanted things to follow better since the story had changed dractically since my first, long ago, rough write. At least a post is almost ready for this weekend, even if it is late.
Then there is my Washington Essay I really need to type up and finish. And of course there is that new story I've been working on I really want to keep on. So today is cleaning day and writing day. And this all with only 2 weeks left till school starts. Aye me, sad hours seem short when looking at the date book.
And THE AUNTS are coming tomorrow. BOTH. And most likely, kickin' it in my room for the night. Which means, I'm on the air mattress again for the 6th time this week. w00t.
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