Oh hai.

"Can we pretend that airplanes

in the night sky

are like shooting stars?

I could really use a wish right now."

Ho hum, I have nothing to write about. OH wait. I do have things to talk about. So many things. Things such as moving home, the Lost finale, the last few Glee episodes, summer escapades, books, how Miley Cyrus broke my heart and Justin Bieber filled it, etc. For this catch-up blog of sorts, I'll make it all condensed for you folks.

Moving Home: Fun. But let's go back now.

Lost: Liked (loved?) it. I don't question. All I have to say for now is that the writers have said time and time again that they wrote it as a character driven show. Keeping that in mind, the finale wrapped up the characters very well. As for everything else? Eloise said it best to Desmond, "Questions will only lead to more questions."

Glee: Artie can dance, and Idina is making regular appearances. Enough said.

Summer Escapades: Lots of car. Lots of friends. Lots of Brewers.

Books: I'm just starting to yank this into gear. Starting with Before I Fall.

Miley Cyrus: I stood up for her for so long. Now she stood me up by being stupid.

Justin Bieber: Awh, little Bieb's plays the drums. :D

I promise to expand on a few of the aformentioned topics, but for now I just wanted to check in and quiet a few people. :]

Rad: Being back!

Unrad: Being allergic to my house.

Last Lines

Okay, so today I am participating in the Last Line Blogfest, like I said yesterday. The "last line" I chose is from one of the first chapters of my NaNoWriMo novel. So, without further ado:

Dillan diligently followed Sky down the hall and up the stairs to her room, with Ian silently trailing behind. They reached a bedroom door with a large white sign that read "Skylar Mae: Knock Please" with colorful doodles covering the paper in every direction.

She pushed the door open halfway, before pausing to face the boys. “Well… wait here please, actually.”

Dillan and Ian watched Skylar disappear into her room for a few short minutes before she returned with one full suitcase. She closed the door behind her and plopped the suitcase on the ground with a small thud.

“These are the people most important in my life.” Skylar explained, opening the suitcase, “Except for those that don’t fit."

Out of the suitcase emerged dozens of ordinary kitchen tools.

I never edited anything I wrote in November, and reading back has told me this is probably something I should do.

Anyway, that's all for today. Now I shall study.

Rad: This comic, and This comic.

Unrad: Spending your last weekend in the Library.

xx