Christmas is almost here, which is pret-ty awesome. That means that I'll get to watch my parents open their presents and eat tons of delicious food. :3 Unfortunately, I won't be getting my gift until after Christmas...what I wanted was to adopt a dog, and after a TON of convincing my parents, they finally agreed, on the terms that I take care of the dog myself. They won't help at all. We decided on this cute black Lab/Beagle mix I found on Petfinder.com.

Anyway, the organization that has the dog is called Black Dog Animal Rescue. What they do is fantastic - they take death-row dogs from various shelters (you know how if dogs don't get adopted they're euthanized? Yeah...) and put them in foster homes so that they're adoptable. I thought that was amazing, 'cuz I mean, it's bad enough when dogs get killed simply because they can't find a home, you know?

The process was kind of complicated...you had to fill out an application online explaining pretty much your life story. Why you want a dog, if you've had any in the past, etc. Then a volunteer at the place (no one gets paid there) looks it over and either approves or rejects your application. Thankfully for us, we got approved. ;D

So now all that's left is for them to make a house visit and see if our home is fit enough for a dog. You know, just so they're safe. You have to make an appointment for that though, and you have to make sure that ALL of your family members are home for it. Apparently the foster home is in Torrington...which, I looked on a map, isn't TOO far from Cheyenne. Does anyone know how far that is time-wise? Hm.

Well, I hope you guys enjoyed my little story. XD I hope that when they come to survey the house everything turns out A-OK and we can adopt her. Here's some pictures of her:

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That is what I am...really. I was browsing my favorite fanfiction archive when I noticed that one of the mods brought up this event that takes place during November: National Novel Writing Month. There's a whole site dedicated to it and everything.

What you do is you sign up on the site on the first of November, and by the thirtieth, before midnight, you're supposed to submit a full-length novel of roughly 175 pages and 50,000 words (or more) in length. Then you win...hooray. It teaches you all about just getting yourself to WRITE for the sake of WRITING and not being so nitpicky and particular about certain things.

I thought about it for a while and decided that...I was going to do it. I mean, it's already four days into November, so I'm a bit behind and I'm not sure I can finish it in time. I really hope I can because it would be so awesome! I'm going to write the "novel" on the comic I'm working on - the Stolen Summer thing I mentioned before. I have the characters and the plot in mind, so it's just getting down and writing out the story that's doing me in. This should help me a lot once I actually get down and draw it...hum...

I started tonight and I've already got well over a thousand words. xD I really hope that by writing like crazy I can achieve my goal and submit this in by the thirtieth; it's just a huge accomplishment. I think I'm going to put this as a top priority and take a break this month and focus solely on this. I do have other writing projects but they'll have to wait. DX

A-anyway...I just thought that was interesting. Wish me luck! c:

I have stuff I'd like to share.

1.) YEAH. Guess what that is? LEENA. My beloved twin-second-twin-cousin-twice-removed! I had no idea that she had a dA until she asked me if I had one...anyway, if any of you are curious about her amazing skillz (THAT I HAVE WANTED TO HAVE SINCE I MET HER FINE ASS BACK IN EIGHTH GRADE) then you should check out her gallery. C: Hahaha.

2.) This weekend we have four days off. I find that pretty rocktastic, yo. *gangsign* That means I get to write moar fanfiction. I really need to work on the next chapters for my fans...they're so demanding. xD Also, I think that means on Monday or Tuesday next week I'll have my eye exam. Woohoo! I'll try my hand at contacts.

3.) I learned that no matter how dull plastic may be, it's still dangerous. I have a mark to prove it.

4.) Apparently girls in high school still don't know about personal hygiene. I guess "Tampon Tag" is a pretty big deal. Srsly though, in one of the bathroom stalls, there was blood on the stall wall and all over the floor. What is this I don't even

5.) Flu shots are icky. ): I got mine two days ago and my arm is still sore. Plus, it just made me sick(er). I have a really crappy immune system as it is...

6.) What are we doing for Halloween? ?_? I want to know so I will be able to convince my parents to get me a new costume. If we're just handing out candy I could reuse an old one, but if we're going trick-or-treating, then I'd like to be something new...

Links tiem!
Germany. He's the very best~
If you have a cat, you'd know.
There's something on your shoulder. Not really.
Edward...wat
Report goes ghetto

...because I was thinking about this on the ride home.

• Asshole anime nerds.
  I'm not talking about the geeky type of kids who like anime and constantly discuss it. Today I was on the bus, and some guy asked this girl what she was reading. When she explained it, he said it was a "crappy manga" and talked down on her. She then said she hadn't read/watched Naruto shipuuden, but she planned to. So what does this fucker do? He starts making up spoilers. "Oh yeah, Sasuke kills Tsunade and Naruto, the end is really stupid. I know because I met the creator of Naruto and he told me, even though I didn't want to know."
  
  You have probably NEVER met Kishimoto, let alone know his name enough for this story to even be considered legit. Why the hell would he tell a fan how the story ends? It defeats the purpose of him selling manga and making money. Plus, most authors when writing stories, don't even have the whole plot worked in their head. They may have a general idea of what they are going to do, but not everything completely. If Kishimoto had known how hard his fans would've raged at Gaara and Kakashi's "deaths", I think he would've made them stay dead. What a nice way to make yourself look like a total douche.
  
  
  
• Kids who think they're funny.
  The obnoxious types. You know, the ones in class who never seem to know when to SHUT. THE. FUCK. UP. No one cares. I feel bad for them at first, but then I realize why everyone hates them so much. It's because they don't seem to comprehend the fact that they're being ignored for a reason, or simply choose to disregard it. Today at J-Club there was this girl who kept asking the most obvious questions, ones that made me think, "Wow, are there really people this annoying?"
  
  I don't know if it's just because I'd like to think I'm more mature than most high school students for the most part, or if it's because the people are really just that idiotic. I was walking with Robyn in the hall and some guy thought it would be funny to hit me in the ass with his pom-pon he brought for the game. His friend with him laughed and the two walked off. Oh yeah, asshole. Real funny that you hit me just because I walked in front of you to get to my locker.
  
  
  
• People who constantly demean others.
  I can understand why some people would make fun of other kids in their class, and it's okay when things are down to a minuscule scale or they're light teasing. What I can't stand is people bullying on others just because they feel like it. In my Literature class, a girl was trying to talk and explain her ideas, which another classmate kept scoffing at. There are people in my classes who snicker and make fun of every single mistake that others make, or if they do something weird.
  
  One day in Lit, I was nervous because I was talking in front of the whole class, and instead of looking up to face the sea of eyes, I traced circles on my desk with my pencil eraser. Then some kids in the back started to laugh and mimic me, making large circles on THEIR desks and doing it obnoxiously. They didn't even have the courtesy to make it discreet, but were openly throwing it in my face and I can't do anything about it.
  
  
  
• Those who don't know the meaning of personal space.
  Alex and I were talking about this one morning. I was sitting on the bus happily, staring out the window and minding my own business. It was the last stop on our route. I am the first person on the bus almost every day. I have to get up earlier than the rest of the kids to find a seat near the front and have one to myself. So here I am, sitting here, and these couple of kids sit in front of me. That's fine and dandy. Then some douchebag walks and hovers over me, expecting me to move my things so he can sit with me to talk to his friends.
  
  Normally I wouldn't care, if he had asked or made it clear he wanted to sit there. Instead he just took a seat on the corner of the seat so I HAD to move my things and accommodate him. Oh, I'm sorry, was I in your way? I didn't mean to be, there's only twenty other seats that have other people you can sit with. He didn't even talk to his friends on the way to school, but sat there to feel comforted or some shit.
  



That's what I have for right now because it was on the top of my head. Any agreements out there? xD I don't rant often, but when I do it, I try to make it worthwhile.