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You humans have some nerve.

I don't know why I said that, I just felt like it. That's all the reason you need. Just be glad I gave you a reason. Because everything needs a reason. Yes. Right. Quite right. Mm.

Mm'kay. My Wednesday's are officially going to be another day. Tonight was the last meeting for the church's AWANA program. I got a little pin that has a big fat H in the middle surrounded by "AWANA Helper." My friend looked at me when she got it and said, "I'm an AH!" Twas funny at the time. I'm annoyed that AWANA is ending, though, not because I liked it, but because now I'll never know what day it is. Even with the specific days for my classes I'll never remember. Only on Sunday's will I know what day it is; my parents will be dragons in the morning hours.

After AWANA my dad and I (since we were the only ones who went tonight) stopped at Wal-Mart. Now, if there is one thing my parents know is that you NEVER take me shopping unless you have a lot of money. My dad obviously had to have his memory refreshed, and he knew I was wanting to pick up a movie lately, but he took me anyway. While he was prattling on about cameras I slipped over to the new releases and pulled out dear ol' Sweeney. He threw a fit.
"Why do you have to get the $25 one? Why not the $15? There's nothing on this one WORTH the 25! You don't need this movie, anyway. You wouldn't even see it in theaters, you said it would scare you. Look, it's rated R. You're not old enough to see R-rated movies."
Just a snippet of what he said about it. However, after a bit of "Pleasepleasepleasepleaseplease!!"'s and "The second disc is always my favorite! I NEED this one!" me and Sweeney were walking hand-and-hand out the doors, my father none too happy.
So I'm looking forward to watching it tomorrow :3

On to more pressing matters.

I seem to be having more and more trouble lately with my stories. Actually, just the other night I was taking inventory on my lovelies when I found out I have a lot more unfinished than I thought. I mean once you throw in all the little drabbles I did to get past writers block there are several that never got a proper send-off. I'll tell you some people we miss: Belle and Toby. Those two brats. I really liked the plot and get this--THEY WERE HUMAN! A big feat for little Olive. You see, the whole point of the story was for little Belle to grow to like and trust Toby, but something happened in the beginning, practically when they were meeting for the first time. What was it, anyway?

“So your father is leaving again?” Toby asked.
“Yes; he’s going to Tokyo for a big production meeting. He will be gone for two months.”
I stood from the bed and went to the door with Toby following me behind; when we were in the hall he walked closely beside me. It made me uncomfortable.
“Two months all to ourselves,” he said quietly in a joking tone.
“Not funny,” I elbowed him in the side but he only laughed again, barely flinching to my light touch.
“At least I’ll be able to get to know you better without that extra pair of eyes. You’ll get to know me too, if you don’t kick me out before then.”
“Don’t worry about that.” I already decided I would keep him for a few weeks. If he was that interested in me, I would give him a chance.

There! That right there! At the end! What the heck?! She's not supposed to say that! She isn't supposed to give him the time of day! Belle is a shut-in, spoiled brat who is VERY uncomfortable around men. She should still be spitting in his face and hiding behind her piano. It was LATER that they were supposed to even remotely stand each other--well, Toby has no problem with her since he understands the spoiled-type, so I was mostly talking about Belle. Frick. I hate you guys.
Another story we miss is The Blood Saga (named after the main character). Gosh. I really did love Naomi. Naomi Faye Halifax. And our dearest Ace. Ace Matthias Blood. Let me tell you, if I ever have a child and its lucky enough to be a boy, that is his name--no questions asked. And get this: Blood is a real last name. Same with Coffin. Not kidding. So anyway, I really do miss Naomi and Ace. They were by far the most original I've written. However, something happened that cut the character development short--I think it was Samantha Morris's fault, who appeared on page 14, which is far too early for that madness--that after Naomi and Samantha's day out it just stopped. The characters disappeared. My dearest Ace took all his potential and left without even the smallest good bye. It's sad too because I had his entire story, which Naomi was in the process of writing (since she's the accidental author and had started writing Ace after a strange dream). I can practically hear the characters screaming in my head about the new story line. Oh, oh, oh! And to mention one more name from the long-lost story: Lillian Willow Venus. It's a strange name but she insisted. Both her and Naomi.

See! My characters are too real to NOT be written!
When we're allowed inside their head they are like normal, living human beings and it aggravates us because I can't portray that while writing them.

Oh, and to update you on Bloody Moon, I don't know anything about it. One minute Rowena and Ethan were having a lovely chat in the park, Ethan soon to reveal something crucial about the plot (or a character about to pop out at them to bring us to the ending--yeah, I think that was the one) when all of a sudden--POOF! Gone. Yup. Gone gone gone. Gone with the wind. I'm sure their still around but their dialog has been very . . . . awkward. Maybe I'll be able to finish it, maybe not. I already the ending but I don't know how to get there. It's a hard job, this writing business.


And yes, I'm sure I've made you waste a good five minutes of your life by reading this about the ridiculous child's wish I have, but I can't help that. Writing is the only thing I have, it's the only thing I know, the only thing this mainframe is programmed to do, so we all must live with it.