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Kate Nash!

Roosters Have No Respect!

It's five o'clock in the morning, and this goddamn rooster won't quit crowing. I swear, that stupid rooster does it every morning over and over and over for hours! IT'S STILL PITCH BLACK OUTSIDE!
Roosters have no sense of time, and no respect for those who prefer sleeping in on the weekends!
There it goes again. Who around here has a gun? I'm about to hunt this thing down. Or at least put a muzzle on it. Is that possible? Oh well. I don't even know where this rooster could possibly be. What's it doing all the way out here? It's not like I live out in the country - there are houses and buildings everywhere.
That's one lost rooster. Or maybe someone around here has it stuck in a cage or something in their backyard, as sad as that sounds. I bet that's true. My neighbor across the street has several dogs that live in rabbit cages in their backyard! It's so sad. I'm not even sure if they take them out. At least, I've never seen them out of their cage before.
Well, since I'm up I guess I'll start working on my novel for once this week. I hate how all my college research papers are due the same month as NaNoWriMo! And my high school papers are supposed to be written this month too. Crap.

Novel Exerpt

Simon found it hard to sleep that night. The sounds of British soldiers’ boots marching against the cobblestone streets wafted up to his room, through his window, and echoed through the cavernous spaces in his mind. He couldn’t think of anything else besides listening for that unfamiliar call to suit up in a minute’s notice. He could almost hear the shouts of men coming up to his window from the streets below, yelling, hollering, shouting for him and his brothers to grab their shoes and their guns and assemble out on the cold street.
But he laid there for hours, and nothing happened. Simon rolled over on top of his cold sheets, and looked across the room at Julian’s bed that was made noticeable in the moonlight. He continued to stare as his eyes adjusted, until he noticed his brother’s eyes were wide open, and staring right back at him .
They said nothing to each other, still keeping their ears peeled for the shouts of men calling them out for a fight.
Then it happened.
Several men were heard riding on horseback through the streets below. “Grab your guns! The regulars are coming! Wake up! The regulars are coming! They’re on the move!” Shouts, screams, chaos filled the air as every man, woman, and child was awakened from their sleep. Simon and Julian soared from their sheets and grabbed the guns that were so conveniently placed by their beds. They raced to the door with hardly any light in their path. Simon’s heart began to beat out of control, and small beads of perspiration formed on his brow as he was covered in the wet blanket of anxiousness, and almost fright.

The Worst Idea Caroline's Ever Had

Yesterday, my best friend called me up and asked if I wanted to go see Paranormal Activity with her. So, trying to convince myself it's going to be another crappy and poorly-made horror movie, I decided to go.
OH MY GOD. Worst idea ever! I'm swear that I'm scarred for life! I couldn't sleep by myself last night, so I slept with my mom in her bed. Pathetic? I don't think so. That movie is possibly the creepiest movie ever made. God! I don't know how long it's going to take me to get over it, but it's not going to be any time soon. Why did I go to that movie? I should have known better. I mean, come on, Charlie and the Chocolate Factory scares me. Why did I think I could make it through this movie?
Let's just say I'll be sleeping in my mom's room for a while.

I can see the future!

So, I mentioned earlier that I had a dream about Paul Simon driving me around in a new Chevy Aveo. Well, yesterday while me and my mom were out car shopping, there it was! A blue 2008 Chevy Aveo was for sale! So we bought that thing, and I love it! :)
I think this is a sign. Or else I can see the future. Now, the only thing that's missing is Paul Simon singing me songs while he drives around Bardstown.

I can still dream...
:)

shot down.

Last night, I had a dream I was driving down the road with Paul Simon in a brand new blue Chevy Aveo. I woke up and realized I hadn't met Paul Simon, and that I didn't have a new Chevy Aveo.

Depression city.

how we spend our weekends pt. 2

Cody, Amy, and I spent our Friday night in the pouring rain at the skate park sliding down the skate ramps. So.much.fun! We were soaked by the end of the night, but it was so worth it!
I have so many bruises though.

Goodbye paycheck.

I just bought vegetarian sushi and Starbucks ground coffee from Kroger. Total = $18.49. Jesus christ! That's like 1/4th of my student worker paycheck!

It was worth it though :D The sushi was YUM. And that coffee should keep me awake for most of the night on November 1st. :) I'm so pumped for NaNoWriMo!

NaNoWriMo is one week away!

I'm really excited for NaNoWriMo this year! My mind is going crazy thinking about all the writing possibilities. This year, I think I'm going to write a historical fiction. I'm not sure about the time setting yet, but I'm thinking it's going to end up being about prohibition in the bourbon capital of the world - Bardstown, where I live. I guess there are a ton of resources here for me to use, because Bardstown seems to be obsessed with that time period anyway with their museums and distilleries and all. What a way to take an innocent tourists money.

But I'm also thinking of writing about a soldier's point of view during the Revolutionary war. And, to make it even more interesting, making it a view of a Hessian soldier who cowardly runs away from the war, and tries going unnoticed in America. Oh god, there are so many things I could write about! I'm so excited!

how we spend our weekends

Last night, me and my best friends bought a $7 pack of cupcakes, and got our hands on some $5 blackberry Arbor Mist. We drove out to the top of a hill, and spent the rest of the night laying in the grass, talking about the world, and where it's going to take us.
I even learned the proper way to eat a cupcake.




Thank you, Brison.

peace and quiet is rare around here apparently

Five months ago, ever since we've moved into this house, I've noticed that there's the constant sound of a lawn mower running around here. Every day SOMEONE mows their lawn for about 3 hours, and you would think that it would drive me crazy. But for the past two days, nobody has mowed their lawn, and it's dead quiet outside. I'm starting to wonder what the heck happened around here. To be honest, I'm a little freaked out.

Why didn't I think of it before?

Today the insurance company called me to tell me the estimate of the money I'm going to get back on my car. Looks like I'm getting $4,000 for it. I paid $2,000 for the car back in June. I should have crashed that thing months ago!

20 oz of Liquid Heaven and a Strange Encounter With a Stranger

This morning I woke up three hours early, before I normally have to be at school. So, I decided to go downtown to a little coffee place called The Java Joint. I normally go there about twice a week when I don't have to be in class just to grab a bagel and a cup of coffee and maybe catch up on my homework.
I realized that they had a new menu, including lattes and cappuccinos along with their usual hot or iced coffees and smoothies. So, knowing I usually enjoy latte's, I ordered a 20 oz caramel flavored latte with foam. A few minutes later, my order was ready. Let me tell you that it was the best latte I've ever had. EVER.
So I drank the whole 20 oz, and ordered another. I couldn't help myself. I paied the woman at the counter, and left with the warm caffinated drink in my hand.
As I walked down the sidewalk, past the drugstore and the Balloon Lady's shop to where I had parked, I noticed a strange man standing inches away from my car, peering into the back seat. For what? I have no idea. So, feeling a little too awkward, I walked past the man, and pretended that car wasn't mine -- and I'm guessing he was pretending it was his because he didn't budge as I walked by.
As soon as I had made it safely around the corner, I hid behind some bushes in the alleyway, and proceeded to spy on the man. It looked now as if he were trying to open the back door. In fact, he tried opening all the doors, which had been locked. And, just for fun, I decided to press the panic button. He.freaked.out. And he sprinted out of there as fast as his little old legs could take him.

Best moment of my life.

get this:

Last Wednesday I wrecked my car. It was a complete accident of course. Two of my tires just slipped off a wet road, and when I jerked the wheel to get back on, I lost all control of the vehicle. Eventually, after all that spinning and swurving, I ran head-on into an embankment. I came out of the crash perfectly fine. The car, on the other hand, is destroyed.


Good times!

Anyway -- the following day I went down to the insurance company to ask about the rental that I get if I'm ever in an accident. They sent me over to Enterprise, where we filled out paperwork for a good 30 minutes before getting a vehicle. As soon as the guy hands me the keys and I'm ready to go out the door, he turns me around really fast and asks me how old I am. I answer that I'm 17, but will be 18 this December. So he takes the keys, and I'm not allowed to rent a car.

Last resort: I called my aunt Judy. She gladly (and bravely) agreed to let me borrow her car for about three weeks if we would rent her a car for a month.
So, I had only had the car for 23 hours by the next day. My mom was going to work in her giant red truck, and she was backing out of the garage. You guessed it - she backed into my aunts car and destroyed the front of it. :

Now, not only do we have to pay for a new car for myself, but we have to pay a good $300-$500 dollars to get the hood of this car fixed as good as new before Tuesday when my aunt comes over for dinner.

All I have to say is FML.

Like, what?

I just saw the legendary one-armed man ride past the coffee shop window on his bike in the center of Bardstown. I thought this guy was a myth! I must tell the world.

I'm sitting in the corner of this coffee shop doing my Intro to Criminal Justice assignment for the week - 3 long ass essays. Life loves me apparently. Last Wednesday I missed out on my ICJ class because I got stuck behind a dump truck full of rocks on a small curvy road. It's just my luck. So I arrived at St. Catharine College 20 minutes late. At that point I knew I should've just turned around and left because there was no point in me being there so late anyway. Yet, I got out of the car, grabbed my backpack, and walked halfway across campus to get to the building I needed to be at, walked downstairs to room 106, stood in front of the door for another 20 minutes debating if I should really go in, and by that time I was 40 minutes late to class, so I walked over to the vending machine, grabbed a green tea, and left.
It's a three hour class, and I couldn't just go home - my mom would casually kill me for skipping. So to kill three hours, I drove 60 miles to see where I'd end up. Thank God my car gets amazing gas mileage. Turns out the road I followed ended up in a huge town I've never even heard of before, and now the name escapes me. But I found a great antique/bookstore and nearly had a heart attack. I bought a $1.00 Simon & Garfunkel record, even though I don't own a record machine and probably never will. Oh well, I've got that whole record on my iPod anyway.
So my Wednesday wasn't a complete waste, although I did feel a little guilty for skipping out on class.

Now I've got to catch up on the notes I missed, and finish these essays before I die. Love me.

Pilot

Hi world! Guess what I'm doing! Not my persuasive paper that I haven't started on yet, and that's due in seven hours - that's what!

Gosh darnit. I love procrastination. It wins.