NaNoWriMo

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Do you like writing? Do you like writing novels? Do you like writing novels without a plot to start with? Do you like writing novels without a plot to start with in 30 days or less?

Well then NaNoWriMo is for you.

But even if you don't do all of the above, you should still participate.

See, it's this thing where you join nanowrimo.org [which stands for National Novel Writing Month] and then starting November 1, you start writing a novel.

You don't even need a plot, although it would prolly be easier to write if you did.

All you need to do is write 50,000 words in 30 days.

This sounds like a whole heck-lot-of fun, non?

Yes.

Yes it does. :D

So join, and add me [my user is alyxandria.simpson]

So writewritewrite!

Titanic.

I could watch this movie a thousand times and still bawl my eyes out at the end.
I don't think I've watched a movied where I've cried harder; Harry Potter and The Order of The Pheonix included.
Not only is Leonardo DiCaprio sort of hot, he's a fantastic actor.
Even when he's blue and frozen.

This movie is fantasticx3.

The Ends Don't Always End Happily.

Everyday, my morning bus comes and picks me up. Usually I sit by myself, afraid to talk to the ghetto people. Beacause, yeah. They freaking scare the heck out of me. But I happened to notice another white girl sitting by herself, so going way out of my comfort zone, I asked to sit next to her.

The first thing out of her mouth was: "Do you read Twilight?" I thought I was gonna pee. Just kidding.

But I said that I "friggin' loved that book," and a friendship was formed.

Oh, wow.

But we've been sitting together for the past four weeks, and I've found that she's [we'll call her Ella] ... hm, what's the word... she... is the depressed type.

Which, yeah. I understand, so I've been trying to talk to her and let her know that someone's there, and such.

But as it turns out, loving comments don't help if your mom might have cancer.

And... it really freaked me out. I mean, what are you supposed to say? I really wanted to talk about the Plan of Salvation, but... 1. Ella isn't religious, other than going to 'SWAT' and praying when she needs. And 2. It kind of sounds like I'm saying, "Hey, it's totally fine yo' mommah's finna die. You'll see her again if you really want to."

Does that make me a horrible person?

...and... to make this all worse... I've been asking for a way for me to build my testimony in prayer. And so my friend's mom has the possiblity of cancer, and Ella asked me to pray for her.

I feel... horrible to say the least.

But if anyone reads this, then please remember her in your prayers, also. Thank you. :]

Goodbye, Desperado.

Well, this is going to sound lame. And saying that it's going to sound lame makes it sound lame. But that's life. But, I don't know what to say. Lame? Obviously.

But, I made this blog because this random, and rather frightening, guy at church said that I should write about my life.

Man: "You should write about your life."
Me: "Er, okay." Turns, and begins walks to sunday school.
Man: "I've got 67 journals. All filled. All of them. You should write about your life."
Me: "Er, okay." Feels awkward, and turns again.
Man: "You'll regret it if you don't!" Calls out and fades.

So, here I am. Writing about the life of which I don't have. Trying to come up with something funny to write, hoping that someone might stop and read, but realizing that I'm not a funny person. Not in the least.

The life of which I do not have, sort of sucks.

Mais attente! I shall grab your dwindling attention by describing myself to you. If you're a person with a crappy self image, then this should make you feel good about yourself. Oh, yes. It should.

So, my name is Alyxandria. Only 3 people call me by my full first name, though. My dad, whenever he's really ticked; This guy from chuch, because I don't even know why; and my French teacher, only with an accent. And yes, it's spelled with a Y. Jealous?

I have weird blonde hair. It's brown one day, and bright blonde the next. I have gray/blue eyes. They can't decide on which color to stay. I'm freakishly pale. Like... really. I have no blood, or something. I like to read. A lot. Harry Potter especially. And photography and writing and history. Lovit.

Interesting? Not really.

But I love you for reading anyway. :]