Chapter seven is done! Tra la la la la!

Chapter eight now starts! Tra la la!

Chapter nine after that! Tra la la la la la.

And then the rest and then the BABES! Tra la la la la la!

"Last night I finished editing chapter seven, and I'm making great progress on chapter eight.
At this rate, I'll be done by the end of the year!

OH, MY GOODNESS!

Then, when I'm published and rich, I'll take my sister to France and my friends to Canada so we can party legally and then I'll go to Montreal for the hott French and legal partying and ( Read more... )

I just finished re-writing another chapter and it feels AMAZING!

I'm wearing formal gear at the moment.

It's not even that formal. It's a dressy shirt and some dressy pants and some dressy shoes.

I haaaaaaaaaaaaaate it.

The only formal wear I have EVER looked good in was for Prom.

This is not Prom.

This is shit-tastic.

Choose a side.

Disney?

...or...

Google?

Which will it be?

You just don't get it. You can't get it. You never will get it.

Stop pretending like you do.

So, I was checking my MySpace randomly and I was looking at my sister's profile (scary stuff) and noting how her age was indicated as seventeen. Well, if I remember correctly, MySpace doesn't allow you to create a profile unless you're fifteen, at the minimum, and I caught myself thinking, "Well, okay - lots of people say they're older so they can ( Read more... )

It's almost one o'clock.

People are in the lounge talking loudly about being a gynecologist.

I don't give a shit about diseased vaginas at the moment: I would like to sleep.

Please stop talking, peeps. Please be tired and go to bed. Please let this tired Andrew go to bed.

Today was kind of a good day ( Read more... )

I am intoxicated.

Not even from that much.

And it's lasting much longer than usual.

It's snowing and gorgeous and I can't wait for this weather in Maine. I want it NOW. :-)

Let's go!