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“wow caleb, when do you get the time to write this much? And de ja vous? Yeah. Totally. Same here. To you have some sort of telepathic connection with whatever dork is writing about us? That would be just crazy, wouldn’t it?” Elias said
-Fifty stories to tell at my funeral

Yeah, I wrote a total of barley anything today. Don't say what I think you're thinking of saying.

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“wow caleb, when do you get the time to write this much? And de ja vous? Yeah. Totally.
-Kira, Fifty Stories to Tell at my Funeral

Leave a comment...or ELSE!

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“there’s no need to be so judgemental of my beliefs. I’m not telling you what to believe, am I?-Kira, Fifty Stories to Tell at my Funeral
I finally broke 5,000. It's pretty depressing to realize that you have HALF of the desired wordcount. Ouch. I'm going to bed now.
Last night was addicted to movies not drugs, which would have been a lot more fun if any of my friends had gone, but it was still pretty cool. I saw Dan in real life, Lars and the real girl < WEIRD, Martian Child, and Bee movie < Stupid. Went to the jiffy factory today, which was pretty cool. I was really surprised that I was one of the only people who knew what a sifter was. Duh, it's a sifter thingy, ya know, for flour? Maybe things are old fashioned in my house...Hmm...Pondering that.

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Because, i thought that caleb needed to feel more involved in the conversation. He’s always so...withdrawn.-Kira, Fifty stories to tell at my funeral

Yeah, the writing is going very sluggishly
I was supposed to have 5000 words yesterday.
Il y a un problem. Crap.

Holy moley, last post was my fiftieth post in this blog. Is it a little sad that the only reason that I'm blogging at all is that I have a curse (Some call it a talent, but it is so a freeking curse) of being able to write all about me for hours and hours on end. The only thing preventing me from making this post freeking long is that I need to read some of this Romeo and Juliet thing, for English. We have to act it out in the front of the room. We have parts. We have swards. The only thing keeping us from going a little over the edge is that we have no costumes. Alas, we will have to pretend. Imaginary costumes....Not working for me, but that's that. Ever get the feeling that my entire so called novel makes little or no sense to anyone besides for me? yeah, ME TOO. It makes little enough sense to me, what with this whole lacking punctuation thing, which maybe makes for some interesting reading ness
I type most of the novel thing with my monitor turned off, in the dark. it's really, really incoherent. Oh well! I have school tomorrow. Crap, where did my weekend go to? Sleep, that's where. Yesterday, I woke up at 12:55.
Yeah. And then I wore my pajamas most of the day. Productive member of society.

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This is what was written on the paper caleb was holding:”Once upon a time there were three twelve year olds who -Fifty Stories to Tell at my Funeral

I am so behind in wordcount. I get very distracted when writing (Or doing anything, for that matter). I have no idea what gets me so off topic, and it really annoys me. Grrk.

I just realized that it's been almost a month since I finished the bag, and I sitll haven't taken pictures of it or lined it, or posted that I've finished it! I had my mom take some pictures of me and the bag, but my mom's not the best photographer in the world, and my camera's being wonky, so...Later.

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"You can’t get me now, the constitution‘s on my side!"-Mr."Bob Jones", Fifty Stories to Tell at my Funeral
Yeah, I'm behind on my word count. I think I've been doing my forgo-able activities first, before writing, which is a major Nano-no-no. Sigh.
Today during Graphic Arts Tech, we had an emergency lockdown, this time for real. We have to do a drill or two every year, but this was the first time I've ever actually used it. There was apparently a bomb threat written on a bathroom wall (probably the boy's bathroom. they're always in there) I was actually kind of scared, because the teachers wouldn't tell us what happened, they didn't even know.

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“You’d be surprised who I know.” -Kira, Fifty Stories to tell at my Funeral

And They're Off!!!

NaNoWriMo starts today. I stayed up 'till midnight in my halloween costume to start writing. I think I have about 700 words now.

I hope to be able to post the last thing I've written, along with my wordcount every day this month.

I've converted one of my teachers to the blogging! Yay for me! His website link is that way>. It's called SoullooN, and it's pretty cool.

What is it with this blogging from school thing? Why do I always end up doing this stuff from school?

Maybe home is much more distractinger. I just gave any grammar freaks a heart attack.

*Giggle*

Check this out. You know you want to. Thanks for showing me this Mr.W!

Eugh.

Sick day. No debate.

School. Homework.

Lock-in. Sleep in elevator. Write on pants. Haunted cornmaze. Sleep.

Babysit. Sleep.

Church. Be manipulated for propaganda purposes. Sunday school. Dance.

Makeup on brother. Pretend to do homework.

Eat dinner with family. Watch TV.

Actually do homework.

Realize there's two days left 'till nanowrimo and you have a title and three names: Priceless.

There's some things money can't buy, but for everything else, there's Froomlacard.