Oh, so I'm supposed to actually write regularly in here? Oops.

Oh, um, hi.

I've been lacking lately, haven't I? Can I give some lame excuses? Like how much cross country has completely taken over every aspect of my life? And how I spend so much time freaking out about school and racing that I basically have no time to do anything normal? Because I think those are some pretty good excuses.

But it's midnight on a Saturday (or I suppose a Sunday) and this is what I tend to do in this time-frame.

The leaves have finally started changing and this is one of those things that I am so completely amazed by that it just gets me every time. I spent most of my life thinking of "fall" as being that time in which the weather is in the 70's for like a week. No leaves changing colors. No cool temperatures. Just the promise of "winter," which, in my case, included temperatures in the 60's. This is my fourth autumn here, and it still surprises me just how vivid everything is. They sky's been dark these past few days and the bright trees against the dark background has been so freaking cool. It's like a storybook or something. And even when I'm upset or stressed out I can't help but appreciate this mysterious season.

Districts was today. I hate life. Congrats to Laura and Molly. My life sucks. I hate myself. The end.

It's late October, and that means that I'm basically in a frenzy and I've spent the past few weeks completely excited and now it's that time where I realize "Oh, shit, what the hell, Amy," and start to freak out. Because NaNoWriMo starts in a week. Seven days. That is so freaking soon. I'm not ready. I don't even have my computer (I finally took it into a repair place. Still not back yet). Although this year is different from the past two because I actually have a legit plot that I am very comfortable with. Why? Because I'm finishing the one I did last year. I'm going to add another 50k to that and then, hopefully, it will be done. It's just sitting there, waiting for me, with a measly 60,000 words and halfway through the story line. It looks so sad and lonely. Who could abandon that? I'm worried about what this will do to my grades and my social life. And sixth grade camp, which might just make the entire plan impossible. Damn it.

Now that you know more about my life than you probably care to, I'll stop.