Lost

My adventurous trip to PA via train with E and J was sadly cancelled. I am super, super bummed. Although since it was supposed to be a surprise for M, she shouldn't be too upset.

Anyway, it was cancelled because the money that I was supposed to put forward for my train ticket will now be paying for another kind of ticket. It turns out that the tags on my Cobalt expired back in February, during my two-month absence from home. Dad failed to change them out, so I was given a $155 ticket. The really sad thing was that I was on my way to Church when I got the ticket. Gee, thanks.

Anyway, my exciting adventure at Cracker Barrel starts tomorrow morning at 10:30. I'm also going to sign my resignation papers at Forever 21. I feel kind-of sad about it. I was getting used to F21... Oh well. I'm going to look so ridiculous in my outfit. I had to buy a boys size shirt to wear since they were the only ones with "button-down collars." Stupid shirts.

I can't wait to hit up my college town as soon as possible. It's going to be crazy-awesome fun. And E's coming down in a few days to bum around with me. My small town has no idea what it's in for with the two of us running around. HA.

Lost by Saving Jane

La La Lie

So R, C, J, K and I saw Toy Story 3 the other night. ... ... ... It exceeded my highest expectations and made my night! I adored how it kept with the childhood amazingness of the first movie.

I started tearing apart my Band Story today (yeah, I know I said I was doing that a while ago, but I'm easily distracted and other things came up). I deleted an entire chapter so far, cutting out the role of a main character who I had completely forgotten to give a last name to. Obviously he wasn't too very important. He still has a tiny role at the beginning, otherwise I would have felt bad. Cutting a character's role isn't like killing a character off entirely. I did that once, and I felt haunted for weeks after. No doubt I'll have to do it again, but I dislike it and for now, no one has to die. Maybe a drug incident or something, but not death. Not in this story.

Anyway, I'm having to redefine a lot of the characters because of their shaky basis. I figure since all I'm doing is working and bumming around, I might as well get something done. I have less than fifty days, and it's not looking very good.

I can't wait to get out of this town and be with my college friends again. I love my friends here, don't get me wrong, but I miss my freedom. Last night I rolled into the driveway at five in the morning (right before the sun came up) thinking that since I beat the sun, I wasn't late. That is not the belief shared by my parents. I'm surprised that I'm not locked away in my room until the end of the summer, but they were just upset that they didn't know where I was/ what might have happened to me/ if I was alive or not....... yeaaaaaaah.

La La Lie by Jack's Mannequin

Sit Still

So I started writing these Character Sketches of all of my awesome characters a few nights ago. I spent three hours deconstructing the main character, figuring that Min would be the hardest. But alas, her boy is much more difficult to accurately describe. There's this whole problem where I've built him up so much in my mind, and I have to realize that he's not perfect. Oh, Alex. He *would* be the one to give me trouble.

I'm really looking forward to getting to the rest of the band. Tim, Scott, and Oliver are sure to amuse me while I'm figuring them out.

On another note, TOY STORY THREE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I'm so incredibly excited about seeing this movie. Which is weird, because while I think of Toy Story as an authentic Disney movie, and I adore Disney, I still haven't seen the Princess and the Frog. I feel weird about a movie that's supposed to be the next Classic Disney movie with the next Disney Princess. Maybe I'm just too old to really integrate a new Princess into my mind. I mean, Kingdom Hearts has kind-of established the Disney Princesses. Although.... Alice wasn't a princess... And Pocahontas wasn't in the game. Which was lame, because Pocahontas was totally a Disney Princess. Okay, now my head is spinning. Suffice it to say I am incredibly excited for the movie on Friday, with my favorite boys. It should be good fun.

45 days until August. 53 days until we move into our apartment!!!

Sit Still by Brightwood

Reflections...

So today I had an interview. It went rather well. I was happy with it :) I've gotten the hang of this interview-thing. Haha. Anyway.

After I got through the questioning and the pretending-to-be-a-happy-bubbly-person thing, I decided to hit the pool. I've restarted reading The Eye of The World (Book 1: Wheel of Time) because it's a paperback and I figured if I dropped it in the water, I could start replacing my paperback WoT books with hardbacks. I got really into it, and am sunburnt because of it.

After I put the book down, I began reflecting on my own book (as of yet, still untitled) and I can't say that I'm happy about the way it's going. There's so much work yet to do. My characters need to be more fleshed out. They're still 2-D. I'm boggled by just how much I have yet to do; it almost hurts to think about. I've done so much with this story, but it's still not where I want it to be. But I still love writing, and I'll continue until I finish this stupid story about a band and a silly girl with a guitar. My new timeline for it still says that I should finish the rough draft by the end of the summer. Hopefully, I'll be completely finished with it by the beginning of next summer. By then, I can start peddling it to agents and publishing companies. We'll see. I have big hopes for it. And if it doesn't work out at first, Jane Austen was turned down time and time again as well.

47 more days until August. The days seem to be going by even slower than I could have imagined. There's just so much to do. And so much muck in my head that I can hardly think straight most of the time. I'm such a silly, silly girl.

Reflections by Lost In Normandy

Need You Now

Dear radio stations:

You are not being witty when you play "Need You Now" by Lady Antebellum at 1:15 in the morning. Yes, I know that "it's a quarter after one/ I'm all alone/ And I need you now." But when you do that night after night, it gets a little old. And it wasn't funny in the first place.

On another note: my job has started rubbing off on me. Stocking shelves in a clothing store and manning the fitting room can suck out the intelligent part of your brain and replace it with fashion. My fashion senses have started going crazy, and I've been talking camis, belts, and accessories ALL DAY LONG. You would not *believe* the outfit I've picked out for myself tomorrow. It's pure madness. Like a style bomb went off. Also, I'm going to my roommate's town for a night (probably not even that if I have to work the next day) and my away bag is FULL of clothes because I don't know what I'll wear to the concert we're going to. FULL. I don't *need* that many clothes, but I take them because I need help putting the proper outfit together. (sigh).

The upshot of all of this is that when I hit up E's house, after the concert, we're going to lay down some awesome tracks and use them to enter a contest. First prize is $1000. Heck yes. I'll keep you updated on that :)

Need You Now by Lady Antebellum

Stranger, You and I

I just need to stop thinking. Thinking leads to remembering leads to questioning leads to me staying up late at night with my only wish being that I could slip into a beautiful state of unconsciousness until I have to wake up for work. Instead, it's 1:11 am on Thursday morning in this sleepy little town and I'm sitting here at my computer wishing that things could be different.

But they can't be, and I hate that I'm wasting my time dreaming instead of living. Then again, I guess that's the price of living in a small town. I probably wouldn't have become a writer had I not been deprived of grand adventures. I have to have fun somehow.

Stranger, You and I by Daphne Loves Derby