no real point to this

Carrie and Eileen got me to thinking about writing.
And I have concluded that I epically fail when it comes to consistency.
I write like mad crazy in November and let it completely take over my entire life. I don't pay attention in school, I spend all of my time freaked out, I lay awake at night trying to figure out how to keep things going. And then December comes and I breathe a sigh of relief with Carrie and we celebrate the end to something that was absolute hell, but also to something that was absolute magic. And I give myself a week or so off, just because I need to do my homework and finals are impending and I just need a break.
And then, come January, what do I do? Nothing. A page here, a few paragraphs there. Nothing.
It has taken me until APRIL to even begin editing. And I'm not even done yet. I have like 20 notebooks full of unfinished stories.
So, I ask you for help.
Give me story ideas. Short stories, like a few pages, or vignette-length. I'll even post the final result.

I HATE SIXTH GRADE CAMP. I MISS YOU ALL!!!
Track has been sooo weird and quiet. I miss you guys. What am I supposed to do at the meet on Saturday?! COME HOME.

If you were home, or at least responding to my texts, you'd know that I got my license. BOOYAH.

what i do at night

I came across this a few months ago, but I was bored and remembered it. I still don't quite know what to make of this story:
http://www.britishcouncil.org/kids-stories-greedy-hippo.htm
(I suggest that you turn your sound off, or an annoying lady will narrate everything for you, and I am quite sure that you are capable of reading on your own. I also suggest that you do the fun little puzzle while it loads).

and then, after doing that, i poked around a bit on that site. and i am totally ace at knowing about zoo animals:
http://www.britishcouncil.org/kids-games-quiz-zoo.htm

and then this scared me:
http://www.britishcouncil.org/kids-games-hangman-sports.htm
I was doing so well (even remember to call soccer football... i am so smart) until I didn't know one and then the monkey... his EYES. my GOD, his EYES. the thing fell on him and the EYES are so scary!

And, of course, I ended up on stumbleupon. It just happens. And now I absolutely need to do this:
http://tinyurl.com/chkywv

So that's a bit of a record of what I did tonight.


And, also, 15 days.

apathetic amy

You know how sometimes you just get in that damn rut and then every single place you go is freaking rut-tastic and nothing seems cool and the only thing that seems as though it could be the slightest bit helpful is taking an iron skillet to your face (because then at least your hospital stay would excuse you from school)?

Yeah. I be there, yo.

Apathy has been chasing me down with a cleaver and now has me in its cold, slimy fingers. Apathy does not know what purell is.

This explanation would be better presented through interview form between 'real amy' (ra) and 'apathetic amy' (aa [alcoholics anonymous, yo. Don't think I didn't miss that]):

ra: So, aa, i realize that you've been kinda pissy lately.
aa: Shove off, sunny mcsunsun
ra: Tsk tsk. testy, huh?
aa: I HATE LIFE.
ra: Well how have you been running lately?
aa: Yeah, thanks, ra. thanks. your reminder of that 800 is so very helpful.
ra: Hey, really?!
aa: NO!
ra: Alright, fine. Schoolwork, how has that been?
aa: I took a math quiz today and I would not be surprised if every single freaking question was wrong. I took a spanish test today and realized that, despite living side by side people from there for basically ever and growing up in the state that I did, I know nothing about Puerto Rico except for Ponce de Leon, some walls, and fish pancakes. I did none of my homework because I just don't care.
ra: Are you just going to sit there and be negative?
aa: YES.
ra: That's not particularly helpful.
aa: Do. Not. Care.
ra: You're hopeless.
aa: That's the point, dummy mcdumbface.
ra: Hey, we have the same face. You just insulted yourself.
aa: *$&@(*!!!
ra: I see.

As ra and aa have just demonstrated so wonderfully for you, I am going to fail because I did literally none of my math homework this week because I just did not care. I did English, because that I do care about. And newspaper, because that was a really big assignment. Everything else? No. What did I use my time in the library for health class for? Certainly not research. I read. A fiction book (better than Carrie and Megan, but not by much).

A cure for this apathy? I have a plan. Big, but not too big. Probably done tomorrow, after Bryan's Easter egg thing.


On another note, 16 days. Just sayin'.