I have this idea

I don't know what it would be used for.

But what if you took a camera and approached random people on the street and said:

"Tell me a lie"

What would they say?

What would it reveal?

Could it be super interesting?

This is what I have been contemplating.

Love always,
Clara

BIG HUGE SECRET

I'm a little nervous about putting this next secret on the internet.

But I have vowed to be 100% honest with you, dear random internet reader or close friend of mine, either or.

Secret of the day:

I don't actually have a headache. I made that up.

Love always,
Clara

Family parties

Two parties tonight. With the lovely parents.

At the first, I knew no one. It was a scene out of gossip girl, with the exceedingly attractive and sophisticated high school kids from the all-boys' and all-girls' schools being corrupt, and of course there's the mysterious girl who's "a family friend". I'd like to think I was mysterious. It's possible I was just awkward.

At the second, I had heard everyone's name in stories of my mom's adolescence. So that was cool, putting the pieces together. My step-uncle steve is a creeper. It was funny, all of it.

Secret of the day:

I actually haven't started my homework at all. I've been conveniently forgetting about it all break. Tomorrow is the last day of national novel writing month. I'm kind of half-screwed.

Love always,
Clara

Friday

I'm so tired.

We went shopping this morning. Mom, aunt Gail, and I. It was epic.

Secret of the day:

My second (third?) cousins are kind of weirder than I had imagined they would be.

Love always,
Clara

black friday

I woke up at 5 :45 this morning.

Went shopping.

I think it was worth it.

Love always,
Clara

thanksgiving secret

I see way more of my dad in myself than of my mom, but I see a lot of my mom's sister Gail in there too... I'd rather be like my dad.

Love always,
Clara

HAPPY THANKSGIVING!

It's turkey day and I'm reading twilight for maybe the third time and feeling quite depressed about my love life. I've said it before and I'll say it again- my edward cullen better show up pretty soon, or I'll wander off with Mike Newman, and everyone will be sorry.

Not that there's even a Mike in the sad sad life that belongs to me.

Okay, enough self-pity for the one day of the year supposed to be entirely devoted to thankfulness. I am thankful that...

-I have warm boots on right now

-My cousins are cool

-I have little homework over break

-My nails look really funky right now

-My dog is the cutest thing alive, and if you disagree you're wrong

-I have a generally good life, compared to some others out there

-I don't have to take the SATs again

et.

cetera.

They always say though to focus less on yourself on thanksgiving... that seems a little counterintuitive to me, just because if I'm being thankful on the behalf of others, it would end up sounding like:

-I'm thankful that Paris Hilton's hair is so nice

-I'm thankful that Kanye West is still successful

And so on.

I figure people probably mean "Be thankful and realize that other people can't ramble on as long as you can about how great their lives are"

Which is a good sentiment.

I don't know. I'm usually in it for the turkey and mashed potatoes.

Until this year.

Two things I'm NOT thankful for

-My dysfunctional inflammation-affected body that can't really handle simple carbohydrates or fats

-My sudden distaste for rotting animal flesh (otherwise known as the fact that I'm a vegetarian)

Love always,
Clara

Secret of the day

I was kind of mean to Linda today, and implied that my uterus was going to explode.

Love always,
Clara

Real Conversation about Wet Sinks

With two friends of mine, one of whom was very confused as to what we were talking about. Hereby referred to as D and W to protect their privacy... they wouldn't want this conversation on the internet, I don't think.

D: Don't you hate it when in the bathroom the counters are really wet?

Me: Oh my god I do! 

D and Me: *chat about this*

W: (just joining the conversation) And you have to wonder what the liquid is in the first place...

Me and D: Um... Yeah...

W: You know what it is? Butt sweat. 

Me: *laughs for a million years at that image but simultaneously wants to throw up*

D: *does likewise*

Me: I don't know what experiences you've had with this, but D and I were talking about like, on the sink counter, when people are really messy washing their hands.

W: ..... oh. that's not what i thought you were talking about.

That might be the crudest blog post I have ever written.

Love always,
Clara

Today I'm going to write about 7th grade

Caroline Furnace, to be specific. Which is the trip we go on during the first month or so of school to get together, look at animals, learn how to read a map, eat bad food, and bond.

During all of this, you have to keep a journal-type thing. 

I just found mine.

Can I just say that my personality has not changed since seventh grade? Maybe the way I show it has, but not my real personality. example- when we were asked to write "I helped my group by..." and "I could have..." for this stupid/fun team building thing, I wrote

"I helped my group by getting people to listen to the other people.

I could have taken it a bit more seriously"

Still frustrated with people who don't listen. Still not taking it seriously.

Then we did this thing where you had to sit in the dark with one other person, and then write about it. I wrote a very dark poem about being the perfect target for like, a rape/murder, but also about how silly that thought was.

Skip to the back of the notebook, which was essentially our entertainment on the three hour bus rides to and from this place. Mash games, Orange games, doodles, quotes, etc. Apparently I've been compulsively writing quotes down for a long time. Notable quotes in the back:

"Cibus est crappy (besides cake!)"-- I had been taking latin for about a month. Cibus erat pessimus.

"I'm bisexual! He can get an implant!"-- Someone actually said this in a game of Mash when he was paired up with a guy. 

"Happy Chickens"-- I don't remember how this relates to Caroline Furnace, but I remember that this one time I was driving down the highway with my parents and saw this truck of chickens being transported. And they were NOT happy chickens. And I was really pretty upset by that. It made me want to be a vegetarian.

Of course, now I am.

I'm getting all these caroline-furnace related memories. Like, before we went, I wrote a newspaper article on it (I was one of four people on the newspaper staff that year. I loved it). And I asked a number of people what they thought it would be like (what we would do, what the food would be like, etc etc etc). Well, I asked my old sixth grade teacher, Mr Bloom, who I am still 100% in love with (and I mean that) about the food and he said:

"A little charcoaly. And it probably tastes like Caroline"

And I laughed for like, twenty minutes straight.

I read that notebook and saw so much of myself in it. It's funny how I would have been good friends with my seventh grade self, once I got her to stop frontin' (for lack of a better word) and just chill out.

Love always,
Clara

Vampires and love

I just saw Twilight with my sister. We loved it. Sure, if I were being rational and really analyzing the movie I would say that some parts were a little unclear and there wasn't nearly enough Alice for my liking, but I am being a teenage girl, so my only coherent thought is: Where the hell is my Edward Cullen?

My sister and I were debating whether he needs to be a vampire or not (I said "ooh i want one" and she said "a vampire? you want a vampire?" and i said "no, i just want... that" and off we were).

She says that if he were human there would be no plot.

I agreed, but said that the real story was in his devotion to her, and her completely retarded (in a beautiful way) trust in him. That was the part I wanted. Although there wouldn't be a plot.

I then argued that one needn't have a good storyline for a good life. And for example, we know this family whose life could be a lifetime movie, complete with plot twists and red herrings, but I would NOT want to be them.

My puppy has decided he wants to play with me. There's this yellow plastic key that he keeps trying to get me to throw for him.

He is the cutest thing in the world. I do not exaggerate when I say this.

Love always,
Clara

Secret of the tuesday before thanksgiving

Although I am a vegetarian, I make exceptions.

I intend to eat one bite of turkey at each thanksgiving dinner I attend this week.

Love always,
Clara

School is crazy

I'm sitting in the crossroads losing wiki-wars. But only because Sam has evil wiki-voodoo that makes him win.

I had two normal classes, three tests in a row, and then lunch/chorus/free period. A weird blocky combination.

School is crazy.

So is the next comment:

 

I LOVE TOFU

says the highlighter.

But she's lying. the highlighter doesn't know anything about tofu. the highlighter, however, knows that vegetarians love tofu. Highlighters love the confederacy, for lack of a better word.

Love always,
Clara

Secrets Secrets

Secret of the day:

I was speeding on the way home. It took me 25 minutes. I didn't regret it.

Love always,
Clara

Erzulie, and thanksgiving

I am the love goddess.

Fitting, right? Considering how I'm so undyingly optimistic (or is naive the word? I can never tell)...

Well, regardless, Mr. B cast the musical (before you get any ideas as to what else that might mean), and I am so excited.

This year might be among the best ever. Better than Oliver. Possibly better than By Jeeves (although By Jeeves will be hard to top). Just generally amazing all around.

I have two tests and a quiz tomorrow. Tests in math and chemistry, quiz (which truthfully will be more like a test anyways) in APUSH (the cool abbrev for AP US History).

I have not been writing as much as I should be. This saddens me, but gives me less incentive to keep going. But no, I will persevere. I will sit down and write.

You know what sucks a lot? Being a vegetarian avoiding carbohydrates on thanksgiving. Turkey? Just one bite, for the spirit of the thing. Mashed potatoes? Stuffing? Hell no. I am limited to like, green beans. And salad, only if I'm lucky.

Love always,
Clara

A quote from the old blog

"I had something to say yesterday, but I don't remember what.

ah, toasted butt. there's something."

Felt the need to share.

Love always,
Clara

Secret of the day

Yes, this will be a daily feature.

And the secret of the day for thursday, although I didn't have an opportunity to post it, was:

Cath hid Will's jacket.

Friday and Saturday didn't have any obvious secrets that I can think to post, because I wasn't paying attention.

Secret of sunday:

I actually miss Model Congress.

Love always,
Clara

Motion to explain absence

Point of information: Where have I been?

I'll defer that to the author.

Model Congress 08 baby. Amazing. I loved it with the burning passion that tends to overtake me when I get to fight about something political for three days straight. My bill failed (that auto-industry bailout thing killed me), but it was way close. And I talked a lot, which was fun, and amended bills A LOT, which I personally love doing.

I was in full senate with Paul and Will (whose names I'm not sure they want on the internet because usually I ask, so feel free to forget those names), which was one hell of a dynamic. We were an army.

Fall concert was friday night. Madrigals was... eh. Chorus was... better. All those crazy a capella groups were amazing, and so congrats to any of you guys reading this. You rock :)

After that the Model Congress/Concert people went to get pizza in the city (yes, at like, 10 pm) and I swear I have not laughed that hard in a year. I was slightly slap happy, and we did the raucous teenager thing, but way classier because we are very classy people, we model congress/concert kids.

The Congressional Ball (aka wild slutfest) was... as it is. Fun but in the end a little disturbing. You know how that goes, yes? Not so much my scene.

And now I should be studying for one of the four test/quizzes I have in the next two days, but I felt compelled to blog.

Love always,
Clara

Sitting in latin

On tuesday, I was walking to my car and felt compelled to write a short poem.

Giant glowing yellow tree,

what have you to say to me?

Will you blow away in the breeze,

or whisper with your shimmering leaves?

Love always,
Clara

tired.

College night=yesterday

Headache=now

Model Congress=tomorrow

Homework=ubiquitous, goddamn it.

That's my life right now.

PMC 2008 will be the sickest thing ever. But I better not get sick or I will actually kill someone. Possibly myself. Or whoever happens to be standing near me when I SNAP.

Secret of the day: I haven't read Sense and Sensibility. But Ms. K thinks I have.

Love always,
Clara

Snow! And conversations relating to my mom

It snowed today. It wasn't hardcore snow, but it was enough to be exciting and make me really happy. I love the snow so much.

Real conversation with my mom:

Mom: So dad's having a lot of fun at **newboringworkplace**

Me: oh yeah, that sounds like a blast

Mom: Shizizzle.

Me: wait, what?

Mom: Or, you know, whatever those rapsters say.

Me: Rapsters? Shizizzle? (dies quietly inside)

Real conversation about my mom:

Everyone on earth: Your mom looks like Hillary Clinton

Me: I know. I live with her.

Real conversation between my mom and someone else:

Mom: *orders dessert*

Waitress: Oh, we don't have that, but we have chocolate chip cookies.

Mom: Oh... do you have oatmeal raisin?

Waitress: (confused)... Would you like raisins on the side?

So this probably means I've been hanging out too much with my mom.

Love always,
Clara

Alone. At school. Again.

Real conversation between myself and an elevator just now:

me: *sleeping*

elevator: hello i am going to open and close because I am both haunted and obnoxious

me: Oh, come on elevator, really?

Talking to isabella now. We're talking about traffic.

I was able to speed this morning. I blasted the new James Bond theme song (Another way to Die-Jack White and Alicia Keyes). It was great.

Apologies for not posting yesterday. I was otherwise occupied with musical auditions, which were way fun. Mr. B. and Mr. R. together make a brilliant combination of artsy-theatrical-fun. I love it.

I'm also laughing about a particular conversation I had last night about that one time I was a breakfast pastry, and what constitutes pedophilia.

Love always,
Clara

Ohh dear

Life is fun,

and then it gets crazy,

and then everyone around you loses their mind,

which reminds you that your mind's been gone for quite a while now.

And suddenly you're Elinor freaking Dashwood.

I'm in a mood. My apologies.

I should go to bed, or write, or stop thinking so hard.

That's it. I need to think just a little less.

Thinking got me into this mess. Although I know others whose messes are due to non-thinking. I would suppose there's a necessary balance.

But what's the fun of that?

Note to self: burn the old blog. it makes you unhappy.

Love always,
Clara

this is my procrastination

I have an english essay and Chem lab due tomorrow.

Haven't started doing homework.

I opened microsoft word to start the lab, but got distracted by my novel and instead wrote three hundred words about Georgia and her chem class and how she didn't feel like doing her chem lab. Just now she's started hers, and I'm still here.

I read about people procrastinating from writing their novels in NaNoWriMo. Writing is my procrastination.

There's a forum called "NaNoWriMo ate my soul" mostly occupied by people dreadfully behind schedule or otherwise unmotivated. NaNoWriMo didn't eat my soul, it's eating my life. I'll let the rest of it slip if I can live a little while longer in my fictional world.

I love fiction.

Oh, yesterday I decided I was going to make documentaries for a living. It's going to be fun. I look forward to my future now. I'm looking at colleges now with film studies majors. Wouldn't that be so awesome? I mean, you know I make videos (click the videos tag on your right). And right now they suck but if I worked at it I could make good ones.

I found my hooker boots yesterday too. So if filmmaker doesn't work out, I can be a hooker.

Love always,
Clara

P.S. MY SISTER'S BOYFRIEND PROPOSED. THEY'RE GETTING MARRIED. FOR REAL.

I am so beyond excited it is INSANE.

in the library

It's a friday afternoon. And I'm sitting in the library. This place sucks out my  soul. But it's also something of a wonderful hiding place, you know? I can do basically whatever I want on the lovely laptop and people will assume I'm 

a) doing work

b) writing. 

And usually they're right. but 

a) IT'S FRIDAY AFTERNOON 

b) I GOT TO 50,000 WORDS TODAY in the great american novel, or the crappily fantastic string of words that has reached an epic length. either or. 

So I'm not inclined to do either. And I'm blogging instead.

I am under the impression that terrible, terrible things (previously referred to as 'unthinkable' although thinking has been taking place indeed) are happening at this moment. I most sincerely hope not, although it is really quite ironic, all of it, and I don't know why I'm even typing this because I genuinely hope only a small handful of people will know what I'm talking about.

I'm seeing James Bond tonight. Hot, although I heard a very unofficial rumor today that Daniel Craig plays for the other team. A shame. But a small victory for the men that way inclined.

This kid made a snake game on his calculator. If calculators can ever be super cool, it is definitely super cool.

if not, it's incredibly dorky (with only slight undertones of coolness).

Maybe I think it's cool because I'm a dork. That is very possible.

Love always,
Clara

P.S. everyone around me has lollypops. where are they getting these?

Laying the smack down

You know those days when you have too much stuff to do and you end up wasting most of that time during which you should be doing things stressing out about the stuff you have to do, and then taking it out on the people around you and eating chocolates left over from halloween?

Yeah.

I told my mom today that she had too much fun, and that I didn't have nearly enough fun, and she was fifty one and I am sixteen, so that is incredibly backwards. I should be having insane amounts of fun at this stage of my life. She should be doing dishes and looking at me and sighing and saying "oh, how wonderful it is to be a teenager in the 21st century!"

But alas.

No, she goes off to fundraisers and whatnot and I sit at home fuming about 

a) the fact that she's off having fun

b) the fact that I have a latin test tomorrow

c) the fact that school in general kind of sucks the life out of me.

It shouldn't be doing that, anyways.

Sometimes it is way fun. Then they assign work. And it becomes way less fun.

But I still watched The Office tonight, and realized that Keira and Connor in my novel have a relationship similar to Jim and Pam in that the girl is kind of joking around all the time and the boy is totally smitten.

They make me smile. I want one.

I realized that: I'm one of those girls who really likes having a boyfriend. So hey you, Jim/Connor/whatever equivalent, you need to show up here pretty soon because I am bordering on legitimate unhappiness, and that just won't do.

Love always,
Clara

What a peculiar day

I have a prediction:

in the next couple days, I will get a headache.

I'm retarded today. And I'm talking really loud, and I feel little twinges of this future headache. It's allergy season. 

I want the damn thing to just come already, so I can take an advil and be done with it. But no, the headache monster likes to turn me into a (loud) babbling idiot before it does its real damage.

One might say that the idiocy is the real problem.

Who can tell?

Today, sam fell asleep in physics. it was really funny. And for the purpose of keeping him asleep, we were probably the quietest we've been in that class all year.

And today I realized I can't remember the second line of Elgar's "As Torrents in Summer"

I know this bit "As torrents in summer *something something* in their channels suddenly rise, suddenly rise" etc. but it's the *something something* part that's killing me.

Why do I care so much about this song? I mean, really? It's a song we sang at the end of the year in chorus, and I liked it a lot and its pleasant hopeful message, and yeah occasionally I sing it to myself in the shower, but I'm really quite annoyed that I don't know this line.

It's a disconnect I guess. Disconnected from last spring.

Although I'm not sure I want to be connected to last spring.

Well, I am a person who lives without regrets, and therefore I would like to hold on to all parts of my life, including that one, which I suppose is why it distresses me that I can't remember this line.

Today was funny, probably because the damn allergens floating around are like drugs for me, so I'm basically walking around high on leaf mold.

Great.

Love always,
Clara

"get under the covers, i'm going to tell you about newton"

Today my physics teacher was joking about how he could teach physics to his son (who's in kindergarden) in the form of bedtime stories. I thought it was all hilarious but vaguely familiar.

Then I realized he was describing my childhood.

My dad isn't a physics teacher. He's just... like that.

But to be honest, I did retain a lot of it.

I intend to do the same thing to my kids. Tell them all kinds of interesting things about chemistry and biology and physics, and algebra and triangles and maybe i'll work in some american history. Give them a full high school education before the age of 6.

I'm going to go write/watch house.

Love always,
Clara

"The Unthinkable Happened"

hahaha overstatement of the century.

It's a LG15 reference, if you know what i mean. Which you might, if you're one of those people.

But something interesting happened today, which I will not go into.

And this thing had put me in a weirder mood than I would have probably anticipated, had someone asked me hypothetically yesterday. 

This is a mood that makes me talk a lot. Which is probably bad for the rest of the world around me, but just great for the novel

(which is coming along marvelously, considering i broke 40K yesterday)

I'm on the phone now and Daphna and I are talking about anteaters and reverse psychology and the general angst that is being a teenage girl.

Grr. Silliness. There is such a tangled web of spiders and you just need to be an anteater. 

*eats some ants*

I haven't started my homework OR my writing for the night. this is a sad, sad thing.

Love always,
Clara

i need to figure out my plot

and soon.
I had had so much planned out, the beginning, bits of the middle, and the end. there was just a big chunk in the middle that went "AND A LOT OF STUFF HAPPENS".

i'm at that part.

A lot of stuff is supposed to be happening right now.

And I can't think of any stuff or how the timing will work or anything. I'm thinking i'm just going to fast forward and skip this bit, and go back to it in a flashback once I figure out what the hell happened.

Sounds like a plan?

(And for those completely confused, I'm referring to my novel)

Love always,
Clara

Writing is fun

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Love always,
Clara

this is awesome

clicky

I am busy as hell doing absolutely nothing, which is why i have not been able to post in the recent past.

Love always,
Clara

The Laramie Project

My school produces great thespians. 

I just saw our fall play, The Laramie Project. For those unfamiliar, it's about the murder of Matthew Shepherd, a gay college student, in Laramie, Wyoming, and the town, and the interviews of the people in the town, and the interviewers, and everything.

It is incredibly depressing, but really interesting and thought provoking at the same time. Just emotional.

It was weird at the end; on one hand I was so emotionally drained from this play, I just wanted to sit in the corner and like, contemplate, and then on the other hand, these were my friends performing it, some good friends, and I was so proud of them.

Because they were seriously amazing.

So if you guys read this... you rock. Break a leg tomorrow and saturday.

It's also making me look forward to my jolly little musical that's coming up... Once On This Island. I love the director/general theater guy, so that will be great.

Love always,
Clara

Dreaming again

I had a dream last night.

All I remember is driving in a tunnel, and then someone coming into the tunnel and passing out little grey pills that everyone was supposed to take, but I ran away because he was a terrorist. And it was a really hard merge, coming out of this tunnel.

And I was talking later to this guy at my school about the prices of various terrorist chemicals. And he showed me a picture of one of these terrorist guys and it turned out he was one of those people who preach on TV. And he was hiding uranium in the beads of rosaries. 

Of course, I have no idea what uranium looks like, so in my dream it was little silver balls.

And there was a bit when I was at a party and this other guy was like "Hey um... do you want to go get pancakes?" and I was like "I love pancakes!" although pancakes had very little to do with what was going on.

And there was a part of this dream where another kid was sitting on the table in the lunch room, and another part where it was school conference day and I had bought dried fruit-roll-up things. and the people at the lunch table were trying to steal my fruit-roll-ups.

They were probably two different dreams, on second thought. But still weird.

Love always,
Clara

New Music!

The short version of the new playlist:

Nothing Left to Lose-Mat Kearney

Falling Faster-The Love Willows

The Man Who Can't Be Moved-The Script

Before the Worst-The Script

I Owe You a Long Song-Shiny Toy Guns

Question-Rhett Miller (Old '97s cover)

Her Morning Elegance-Oren Lavie

Kelsey-Metro Station

The Ice Is Getting Thinner-Death Cab for Cutie

Let It Rock-Lil' Wayne

Seventeen Forever-Metro Station

A Beautiful Mess-Jason Mraz

Goodnight and Go-Imogen Heap

Yeah, that's the short version.

Love always,
Clara

Real Conversations in AP Chem

"I'm gonna punch Mrs. *redacted* in the gullet. I don't know what that means but she looks like a chicken and I think chickens have gullets."

^My friend was not happy with her english teacher

Friend1: You guys are all like, having incestuous relationships with each other

Friend2: We are not.

Friend1: When's your birthday?

Friend2: February thirteenth.

Friend1: Okay, I'm going to make you a big cake that says "incest" on it.

...which is why I love that class.

One day my friend (referred to as friend 2, the one in the incestuous relationship) climbed out the window and climbed back in... without the teacher saying anything.

Love always,
Clara

President

Barack Obama is going to be president.
Oh. My. God.

This is the most exciting thing that could happen. Through most of my intelligent life, George W. Bush has been the president, and the president has been George W. Bush, and the terms were practically interchangeable.
Now, the president will be someone different. President Barack Obama.

I got like, no sleep last night, up late on the phone with vivian. She's excited too.

I'm wearing red white and blue today...

Love always,
Clara

Single best moment of MSNBC Election Coverage

(Describing Alaska polling place)

"Well you'll have a lot of time to get out the vote in Anchorage tonight, polls not closing until 1AM eastern time. Here we've got a live video feed. It doesn't look too busy... they got their floor cleaned recently. It's nice and shiny"

Oh media, how I love thee.

I'm so scared I could throw up.

Love always,
Clara

ELECTION DAY

I'm dizzy and nervous and kind of having heart palpitations.
Oh. My. God.

So today, there was a mock election at school. Every class was a state or so.
McCain got 0 electoral votes.
Not even joking.
I go to a very liberal school. I love it, to be honest. We have just enough conservatives to make it interesting.
I got to speak actually. I got to say "The class of 2010, representing Texas and Ohio, gives its combined 54 electoral votes... to Barack Obama!" as if there were some suspense involved.

Honestly, i'm one of those people who doesn't understand why 'bleeding heart liberal' is an insult. Yes, I want to save the world, or figure we might as well try. Yes, I think that if you have more money, you should pay more taxes, and if you're struggling to pay the bills, you should get a break. . Yes, I'm an idealist, and maybe a little bit naive.
Deal. With. It.

My parents are in Chicago. I am jealous. But if tonight, by some twist of fate, doesn't go well, it'll be a very sad party indeed.
I don't want to act like i think we're going to win. Objectively I've looked at the polls and it's looking like that's the case, but if I say so, I'll jinx it. And then the country will be screwed and it will be my fault.
Oh God.
So that's why I'm nervous

Love always,
Clara

laughing out loud, alone, in my room

And this is why

Again. Absence due to noveling. And that website.

Love always,
Clara

Robot kids are hilarious

especially these ones.

I am lucky enough to go to school with these crazy robot kids.

Like, wow.

Love always,
Clara

2008's first notable NaNoism

"Keira shook her head and gave him an uncomfortable simile"

I hope that explains my absence yesterday.

I wrote 10,000 words yesterday. Legitimately. that's like, 20 pages. I'm up to 13K now, and want to maybe hit 15K by the end of the night. But I also have to study for history... My characters may end up talking about Jacksonian democrats and the Lowell mills.

I wonder how i could work that in...

It'll happen.

Anyway, if I'm missing for the next few weeks, it's because I'm writing somewhere else. I can only write so much at once, you know, and novel>blog. Sorry. Love youu though, whoever you are.

Love always,
Clara