Catchin up.

Well then. It's been kind of a while, right? That, my friends, is because life gets kind of crazy sometimes. And I'm not even cool and in lots of clubs or sports or anything! I just get stressed with homework (of which sometimes... usually gets neglected... oops? But I'm not failing anything so we're good!) and guys and girls and just... life! So anyway, I finally remembered, "Hey! I have a blog!" when during thanksgiving break (See, I still neglected it after I remembered) my cousin, Angie, said she commented on it or something to that effect. Just as a quick PS, I love Angie's blog! It's basically what made me want to start one. It's so cute and fun and she had this other blog thing that she liked to read- it's about some girl in love with her best friend. And it's awesomely good. :D I love it! Plus I can relate on occasion. :p Or at least it makes me think back to that one really obsessive crush I had. For like... five years. So anyway, I wanted to put it on my blog for easy access. For myself. And you guys too. Assuming anyone reads this. :p (Super fun/time consuming to read, blog!)
Moving on from the random blog.
Facebook. It's rather addicting and I'm noticing a pattern. There are two phases. Really addicted, and not really interested. And when I'm really addicted no one else is so there's nothing to do on Facebook, thus sending me into the not really interested stage. Which backfires because around that time, everyone gets addicted again and I get lots of messages and stuff which then sends me spiraling back into addicted mode. It's like the circle of life.
So we just had our Christmas concert for Orchestra- which was pretty much fun. I'm not sure how we sounded, people tell me it was good but I was sooooo distracted (because it SNOWED!... and Jake was there... which is cause for distraction I suppose) So I felt really detached the whole concert but I noticed all of the intonations, and mistakes and rushing and all of our... flaws? I guess? I couldn't think of a good word besides that. But "Mr. Dr. Seven(/ Neves)" seemed fairly pleased, and my parents were brought to tears during one of our Mannheim Steamroller songs so I'm guessing it was ok. However, the stupid party we had the next day in class, I think we should have fixed. We watched Polar Express- since we played that in our concert. It's pretty music, I like it a lot, don't get me wrong. I just wasn't a fan of Polar Express the first time I watched it, and if you're trying to redeem a movie that you didn't like- watching it in orchestra is most certainly not the way to do it. I love my 'dorkestra' people, but they're crazy obnoxious so I still don't know whats going on in that movie. And the eggnog made me sick I think. And the doughnuts were HUGE! So jumping back to after the concert- we hung out a little bit at the school because Maria (The cutest foreign exchange student from Germany! I'm so sad that she has to leave in May. But we have time to make the most of until then.) and Erin had to go make snow angels (in the new snow that apparently kept falling while we played in the concert! :D Favorite thing of my LIFE!) And of course Eric joined in the fun- Eric is a rather odd, but strangely endeared guy from orchestra. Sometimes I worry about that boy... Moving on. Jake and I were playing in the snow and that little... (choice word :p ) so we're standing under this pine tree right? Right. So guess who pulled on a branch and dumped tons of snow ALL over me!? Yup. That would be Jacob. :) Oh well, I suppose he's forgiven. Then I had to drive in the snow- which I've done before of course. Just not in new snow. It's always after the snow plows and melting has occurred. And it hadn't yet. And we had to drive on the hill to drop Maria off. It was slightly intense. I think lives flashed before eyes a couple of times, but fortunately we survived. Which goes to show off one of my 'amazing talents' (Inside joke. Kinda... well, yeah. Inside joke. From a testimony meeting. It was quite funny actually.) And so once we made it off the hill I took Jake home and stopped to visit Nicole. And my eighty dollar modeling shoes (which we had to dye black) dyed my feet blue. REALLY blue. Like intensely, the darkest color of crayon blue, blue. And they stayed that way for a few days. But hey, it's pretty exciting to have blue feet. You can pretend it's frostbite or something fun like that.
So now that I've rambled about snow and concerts and blue feet: I think it's time to talk about writing.
I'm writing a book. But most everyone knows that by now. And it's more like I'm attempting to write a book. I talked to people about it and let them read it for some constructive criticism- which is always good, right? Well, there was more constructive criticism than I thought. :) It's kind of sad. And Humbling, to realize you're not as good at something as you think you are. It's not like I'm awful at writing... I'm just not some junior novelist protegee. Blast. I was so looking forward to being on Oprah too. :p (Once again, inside joke. Erin, if you read my blog you'll be having a hayday.) But now I'm stuck. And I have lots of revision to do, but Erin had a dream about my book being 'the next Twilight' and becoming a movie and I think I miss Elle and Colten and Liam (AKA my characters). Plus Amy is still lost and wallowing in some strange illness and I need to find her and bring her back into the story. But I don't know how. Maybe Dan can find her.
Also, I want to write another 'book' when I'm finished with this one. Right now I'm trying to work on only Love at Second Sight cuz it's hard to focus on two writing projects at once. But I had an idea for another one (as I was sprinting across a parking lot to hide from a boy in the seminary. No lie. It really happened, that's how lame I am. :) ) So here's a random sample thingy. Let me know what you think.

Jamie woke up early Saturday morning feeling a little bit stiff from her running away escapade of yesterday. Now that she thought about it, hiding in the small closet in her dad's classroom hadn't been very comfortable either. Jamie sighed and got up to stretch in attempt to loosen her sore muscles. She pushed her hair back from her eyes while taking the stairs two at a time. Susan, her mom, had put breakfast on only a few minutes ago and it wasn't quite ready yet, so Jamie went to the computer. She plopped down on the swivel chair and punched in her password. She had seven new messages and all of them junkmail. Jamie rolled her eyes at the subject of the first message: "Jamie, how many people are crushing on you?"
Too many, she thought, far too many.

Jamie Cooper is a bright-eyed, intelligent and beautiful young woman; so it's no wonder she has a string of admirers trailing behind her everywhere she goes. Most girls would be flattered by the attention, but not Jamie. She wants nothing to do with the silly boys whose interest she's captured so easily, and so she runs. Always hiding from their eager eyes until one day, someone comes along who makes Jamie think twice about running. Will she overcome her aversion to love? Or is it on the run again for Jamie.


Ok so it's way corny sounding, but I think it would be incredibly entertaining to write.
Also, before I finally stop writing this random ramblement of catching upness of bloggage, I have a random tidbit of exciting information. Well, it was exciting for me anyway. When I was at EFY we wrote ourselves letters and then the counselors said they'd send them out later on in the future one day. At random. And so without going into detail, life has been a bit of a struggle for me lately. I'm not even going through anything major- which is the lame part. I should be fine, but sometimes I'm not. But really, I'm ok so don't worry. It's just life. Right? Anyway, so my letter came and I was WAAAYYY excited and I'm thinking that it wasn't maybe perhaps not just coincedince it came when it did. :) Sometimes I just so happen to be a little bit intelligent and I sound wise and stuff. My letter was one of those times. I sounded like my dad giving me counsel. And it was PERFECT for the situation I'm in now. It was basically incredible. I actually cried. A good cry of course. But, I just thought that was kind of cool.

Unfortunately (or maybe fortunately if you're all sick of my rambling.) now it's a really blustery Saturday morning, and I probably have to go scour some bathrooms and vacuum under my bed. (Wish me luck)