Can't consentrate...:6:

I've been online too much, and talking on the phone too much. But there are some days when I know if I turned everything off I'd be staring at a blank page in appleworks. I really really want to catch up, i'm 7000 words behind!

I woke up at five this morning and wrote in my diary for two hours, took a shower, messed with Jonithan and now i'm going to start writing. Ugh, I'm so tired, I have a headache and I don't feel well.

But i'm going to get out the electronic egg timer, and since it doesn't tick, perhaps i'll use my metranome. LOL. It's sure ticks loudly and obnoxously enough. So yeah, I should get started...I can't believe I got this far behind. *counts hours she's been on the phone* Oh wait, yeah I can. LOL.

I think I was on the phone for a few hours yesterday, and on friday night for like allmost four hours...:6: Plus i've been online all day. *shuts off AIM* There, now I can write, and when I finish this blog i'll write if I don't pass out from thinking about 7000 words first. :P

EDIT: First timed session (withOUT obnoxiously ticking metranome): 11 mins-292 words. Second timed session(WITH obnoxiously ticking metranome) 11 mins-327 words. LOL *turns metranome back on and starts another 11 min session*

Why is it easier to get behind than to catch up?

So not cool. I have 12,700 and somthing words and need like 16,600 something. I got up at 6:30 to work on this before school started. Mom doesn't know i'm up. It's annoying, I want to go get dressed and ready but my stuff is in the other room, and if I go out of my room, my presance will be revealed. <_< I'd rather be left alone to cry about my word count. People are annoying. They say hello and smile at you, allways making judgments. If you don't smile back, you're taged as mean or tired or something.

But, nonetheless, it's eight thirty, I should go get ready before mom comes in and catches me...:6:

Seems like all i've done today is rearange things.

What I had written first wasn't the begining, so I changed everything around and put the expert of what i posted as the begining and I've broken things up and changed it around a lot but i'm happy about it, and I like my prolouge.

I've written 660 words today, and made pumpkin soup (I had three bowls of it, it's just so good!) and made peanut butter cupcakes. (Mothers are bad influnces. She made me do it. lol.) Going to the movies toight to see Prestige or somthing like that, just to make mom think I have a life other than going online and writing. lol I don't, but I don't care.

Okay, going back to writing, but I'm liking how it's turning out.

*wistles* I shouldn't be on now...

Okay i've nearly met my quota but I have to go to bed. I feel like crying b.c my main charrie feels like crying, b/c, well read it yourself:

“Why does this happen to me?” The little girl sobbed. She wondered what she was going to do, having lost once more, people who were like family to her. She was alone in the world again, no friends, no family, no one cared it seemed. No one saw, or wanted to see the seven year old girl sobbing her broken heart out in the shadows, her arms wraped around her against the cold. I want my family back. I wish I could go back, I want aunt Sophie, and uncle Richard. I wish...
Serenity thought she was alone in the dark nights of england, but a man was walking down the street, his cane clicking against the dirty bricks, held held high, adorned by a tall hat, not too far from where she sat in the shadows. He heard her crying, and aproched the little girl, wanting to comfort this girl who had suffered a loss evidently great. He may have not been able to tell the difference between the tears of a girl who had been made fun of and a girl who had lost something very near to her heart, but Serenity had lost her family twice. He knelt down and touched her lightly on the shoulder. She gasped, not aware of his aproch. Then a sudden falling sensation came over her, and all went white for a moment, then she opened her eyes while the fog cleared and she was no longer in england. Then with a sinking feeling, she looked over in horror to see that the man had come with her. He looked about, bewildered, and Serenity wailed in anguish. Why do I make things worse than when I wasn’t there everywhere I go? “I’m sorry, you can hate me if you want, I didn’t mean to I can’t help it, I’m sorry!” A deep anguish filled her young tender heart, knowing that she had ruined another person’s life. “I hate you Time! I hate you!” She screamed at the sky, angery and bitter tears falling from a broken heart. She hated it with her whole being right then, for it had ripped her away from her family, then her adopted family three years later, and now it had stolen this man’s life away.

Ack!

I knew it was going to be hard. Thankfully yesterday I met my quota, and am happy with what i've written so far. I kept procrasinaing by getting on CP and taking quizzes on quizilla. Just taking a quick break to report this to everyone else who wants to procrastinate by reading this. Or maybe you're one of those smart people who actually finish their word count before they read this. :P

I have about 500 words written for today.

Good luck everyone else, you can make it, don't give up!

*goes back to writing and closes this page so she won't be tempted to get on CP* *ends up logging into CP anyway* What? I have poetry to feedback.

Got all that junk agreed apon and got permission. It was just stuff I would have had to not get away with sooner or later, so it's no loss. :P

Need a plot still...I've got a vauge idea but it'd turn out odd, a bit scary and sad...

Why is your mind so devoid of plots Bethel?

Common, you can do it! Why on earth did you get yourself into this? SuNo was hard enough, this is like 300 xs harder...

*chants* Plot plot plot plot plot plot plot plot plot....

Argh, will try not to ramble here, but mom wants me to write up a stupid contract saying that i'll finish school before I start writing and a bunch of other junk. Why doesnt' she trust my word? <_< Annoyed right now. She gets me like this alot. *sigh* Well, I guess it's not her, it's me letting her get to me...a lot gets to me. Ah well, If I wern't here she'd find someone else's kid to lecture...

*goes back to chanting* Plotplotplotplotplotplotplot...