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SNOW DAY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

I feeling a lot better today. But I'm not 100% quite yet. I haven't had a fever since last night and my ears are buzzing with pain. So yeah for being on the rebound!

My book review blog is off to a great start. I don't have that many followers yet but I'm okay with that. I like the format I have for it and I think that's important for the foundations of a great blog.

Well I'm off to read the first chapter of Wicked Lovely by Melissa Marr and then I'm going to bed! Goodnight!

I've been running a 100 degree fever for a solid day now. My head hurts and I'm all disorientated. Oh, and I can't eat anything because everything makes me want to puke. But it's not the flu said the doctor. Yeah, uh huh, sure.

I feel like death warmed over...for real. Oh and nothing tastes right; i might have to go to the doctors today.

I have started a blog for my book reviews. It's called Escape Route No. 2. You should go there.

http://escaperouteno2.blogspot.com/

I swear I'm still alive!

i was in the lab for 10 hours today writing my term paper. I know my fauly for waiting last minute...

Guess who didn't know the swipe access turned off at 11pm? Yeah that's right. So I got locked out of my lab wearing nothing more than yoga pants and a tank top carrying my id and ipod. I FLIPPED THE FUCK OUT. I didn't know what to do. I could go outside and use a blue phone but then i'd be stuck standing outside in 35 degree weather wearing not enough clothing. so i looked around the building. THANK JESUS someone left their office door open and there was a phone there as well. so i called DPS on this random phone practically in hysterics. they sent an officer over about 15-20 minutes later and he let me in.

this is the convo:

Officer Life-saver: Are you Audrey?
Me: Yes sir (my trying to control my hysterics)
Officer Life-Saver: Is this the lab?
Me: Yes sir. (me inside: LET ME IN THE DAMN DOOR SO I CAN FINISH MY DAMN PAPER!!!!!)

I didn't care about all my shit. I cared about finishing my damn paper.

Well goodnight. This hell will be over by tomorrow.

I have this hidden love with going to the gym at 6:00 in the morning. The world is a different beast that early. When I'm leaving the gym most people here on campus are just waking up. I know for a fact there are STILL people sleeping as I type this. I love sleeping in as well. But I love the high I get after working out. It like primes my body for the day to come. And today is going to be a rough one.

I'm going to meditation at noon though; yay for relaxing!!

long hard day and i've had a headache all day from wearing my glasses.

Sorry that's been in my head all morning!

I decided that I needed a break from writing Timorian. Don't get me wrong I'm still editing the heck out of it but it's just that time in space that I need to step away and just look at it. I'm at that point in which I feel I could make or break the ending. And I don't want to screw it up. Plus I really don't have time right now to dedicate my brain to figuring out every detail about it. I'm a busy college student with two jobs; free time? what's that?

I have however started to jot down ideas I have for other novels. They've been swimming around in my head for awhile and I thought it was time they finally got out. I'm not writing much about them. I just want to get what's in my head out.

I just want it to be the weekend. I'm taking a mini vacation home this weekend with my friend Lynsey because we need to get out of town. I know Thanksgiving is in two weeks but I don't really get a break because I work in retail. So, it's going to be fun weekend because for the adults; it's deer camp.

Now I don't know what exactly deer camp entails because it's "adults only" and i've always been a kid. But now...I have adult stature (I'm 24 years old BTW!!!). It's going to be great to be home. I don't know why this semester I want to go home as much as I do. I haven't really in the last 4 years of college but this year I just want to be home. But that's okay. My mom makes really good food.

Apparently very tired feet and dust encrusted hands. Gross.

It was yet another long day in my world. I went to work at 7am only to find out I, with another girl, were redoing the entire women's clearance section. We had to go through every single item in the clearance section to correctly size everything. So many things were on the wrong hanger...it was ridiculous. And the guests...haha...oh the guests. They don't really appreciate anything we do to make their shopping easier. Even with having everything in the large section being sorted by style and then ROYGBIV within the style; they still ripped it apart. What took us 9 hours today will be ruined by tomorrow.

Enough of that.

They had sweatish meatballs in the cafe for dinner. I was delighted. Though they're probably horrible for me to say the least; I was happy to eat an entire plate. Guess I'll be going to the gym tomorrow morning, eh?

I am STILL hand editing. I take Timorian to work with me so I can work on it during my breaks. It's nice when I'm in the breakroom by myself but then people come back there and I can't concentrate. But I'm glad people are friendly. They even ask questions and such about it.

Who knew that dollar scarfs would bring a crowd a half hour before my store actually opened? I surely didn't. Work was BUSY today; and my dogs are still barking! I worked 9 hours yesterday, 8 today, and I work 9 more tomorrow. I got home today and fell asleep. Good idea? Nope; now I can't fall asleep. I have to be at work at 7am tomorrow. I need to sleep NOW.

I'm still editing...and will be for awhile.

So I started to edit my novel by hand. I printed out the first...15 chapters (formatted) so I could physically look at them. It's so different. I have been looking at it on my screen for about a year now and on paper...it's so different. I have a red pen and I know how to use it!

Today I had a writing date with my friend Nick. Both of us are writing novels. Well, his is more of a self help book...which I don't completely understand and mine is a vampire novel (we started writing within a month of each other). But regardless, we both went to the computer lab to write for a little bit together. I asked him what his word count was. The conversation went a little like this:

Me: Hey Nick, what's your word count?
Nick: Ugggh, about 1,200. Your's?
Me: Oh, about 137,000 :::I giggle nervously:::
Nick: Don't laugh at me and my pitiful word count.

It really hit me then that my novel was actually turning into a novel. It wasn't some pet project I had sitting in my files to see the light of day once in awhile. I guess at this point I need to consider myself a writer. Am I a good writer? Probably not. Will I get published? Probably not. There are loads of people out there that write books that never get published. I'm doing this for me and well for Sara one of my two avid readers. Without her, Timorian would be just some file in my computer. It would be the product of another hobby I picked up and never really did anything with; like scrapbooking. Because of Sara, TImorian will one day be finished. And after butt loads of editing; might, by the grace of God, be published.

As it stands, Timorian is at 137,697 words and growing slowly day by day.

www.goodreads.com/book/show/6148028


I love reading. And this is what I'm reading right now. It's taking over my life just as Hunger Games did. I heart Peeta.

So I finally got the grade on my Kentucky trip field report. I only turned that in...what? Weeks ago? Whatever. I got a 28/30 which makes me happy. I've been doing really good in my classes this semester thus far. That makes me very happy. I may not have a social life but at least I'll get a decent job when I'm done with this place.

I just read that one of my favorite authors grew up in Michigan. How cool is that? I think it is.

I've been writing more. I'm trying to do it everyday for at least an hour. With my homework load it doesn't always fit in my schedule though. Hey college life happens.

I wish I could take a creative writing course. But being a geology major...that doesn't fit into my class schedule. Which sucks...because. I don't know. I feel like my writing is always lacking. Even when I read...well...crappy (it was the only word I can think of) novels I feel like my stuff is dog shit in comparison. My two avid readers love it however; which makes me think I'm heading in the right direction.

My novel is called Timorian by the way. It's a vampire novel (what else) that I think is kind of different. I'm not writing to be published; I'm writing to keep my sanity. I take A LOT of science and math courses and they were leaving me drained of any creative spark. I really didn't like that so I looked for a creative outlet. I used to play instruments (like 4 of them) but I don't anymore. I used to be in choir but I'm not anymore. So one day, I sat down and started writing. That was about a year ago and I haven't stopped since. TImorian is now about 133,000 words strong (more of less strong). I remember when I crossed the 5,000 word mark and was so surprised with myself that I made it that far. Now I'm well over 100k and still can't believe it. Maybe one day it'll be published. I won't be heart broken if it's not. At least I will know that in my lifetime, I wrote a completed novel.

Well, peace out girl scouts. Get some sleep!!

I'm always paranoid when day light savings time rolls around. My alarm clock is one of those fancy ones that sets itself. But I still am always unsure if it sets itself right. I use like 5 means of confirmation that it's the right time. I don't want to show up to work an hour early especially since I'm going to work at 7am this Sunday morning.

That's right--7am to 4pm the day after Halloween.

Okay, it's not like I did anything. This is the third year that I've spent it with ghost hunters on syfy (ps what's with the stupid spelling? what happened to SciFi? That made more sense). This year I just happen to spend it alone with ghost hunters. But that's okay. I needed to clean my room; which I did. I really, really, needed to take out my trash; which I did. So overall it was a productive night. I did some writing; not as much as I wanted to. And I didn't get to read any of New Moon like I had wanted--silly boys wanting to talk on the phone before bedtime.

I wish I was still in bed but there isn't anything like picking up 9 extra hours at work when I was only scheduled 13 for the whole week. So yay, that's 22 hours; which is what I work at my other job in two weeks.

Anyways, happy November. The snow is coming.

I went to a restaurant to study with one of my friends. We waited 20 minutes to just get a sever. Out tortilla chips were stale and it took her 20 minutes to realize we wanted to leave. All in all...I hate  to be saying this but i don't think I'll ever be going back to that establishment. I love their tortilla chips (which are endless) but I not going to dedicate 2 hours of my life for them.

I'm back to some writing. which is good. I feel lost sometimes as I write and I feel like everything is dragging on--which means I need to do some editing.

When I read other books i feel like my writing sucks. I don't have a vocabulary. I feel like I keep reusing the same words over and over and over again. Then I go read another book and I'm amazed at the amount of vocabulary that author has that I don't. I can only blame myself really; it's just frustrating.

The day has just started and I'm still tired. My bed was so comfortable while my alarm clock was going off...sadness.

So i had this huge post....that was awesome. Then my page freaked out and deleted it.

I'm just going to say I've had two good days in a row. That hasn't happened in over a month....maybe more.

It was awesome.

I have an exam today...yeah about that.