Story Update!!!!

EEE I'M SO HAPPY! I finally wrote the last chapter in my story! Now, I still have to finish chapter four and then edit then send it to my friends for edit, but then I'm done! And maybe, MAYBE I'll send it to a publisher. So, in light of my happiness, I'm going to post the list of chapters' titles. There are forty-two.

1. Waking

2. Suffering Through School

3. Twitchy Time

4. Family Fun

5. I’d Kick Butt As A Ninja

6. All Squished Together

7. Killer Rat?

8. Special Powers That Infringe On My Privacy

9. How My Life Is Sabotaged By Psychics And Government People

10. Motels

11. Kissing His Brother

12. How Many More Felonies Can We Commit?

13. Trains Are Merely Moveable Obstacles

14. Epiphanies While In The Capitol

15. Creeper Alert!

16. Phone Calls

17. Pissed Off

18. Self-Doubt

19. Movies

20. When Creepers Go Insane

21. Dying For Me

22. Praise Moses/Jesus/God/Holy Cheese

23. I Acquire A Weapon And Become A Well-Known Fugitive

24. A Revelation

25. I Hate Trains

26. Blondie

27. Indigo’s Freaky Weirdness

28. It’s Only A Temporary Loss Of Consciousness

29. Totally Depressing And Totally Life-Changing (Kind Of)

30. Tom Ditched The Remaining People

31. Meeting A Boy Named Trevor

32. Going Back

33. Don’t Touch Me, It’s Called Rape

34. Once And For All

35. A Revolution That Will Change History

36. Car Fights And Gun Fights

37. Despicable

38. Waiting For The End

39. Away Go Our Chances

40. Reunited In The Worst Possible Place

41. Miss Marissa

42. We Plan To

Yay! Wow, I totally realized how little Trevor is actually in this. It's amazing how much I hate him. By the way, some of the titles are from jokes in the chapters so if they creeate any "WTF" feelings, that's why (Ex: "Killer Rat" or "Don't Touch Me, It's Called Rape"). So now all that's left is to assemble the story (Because the beginning is seperate from the rest because I added an extra three chapters (Chapters 2, 3, and 4) and need to integrate the two parts), edit it throughly, and then send it off to friends. And I totally shot Trevor :)

I have some ideas for a "sequal" to the story but I have to do a ton of research and I don't like research. Already I have 17 bookmarks under the folder "Research" for the "sequal" when I'm not even done with this one. Only AFTER I get all the edits done from my friends and fix everything will I name it.

Toodles!

Camp Makes It Awl Better

My parents make me go to DC today. Technically, it was only my dad and my two brothers and me that went. We went to the Natural History Museum and the National Air And Space Museum. I swear, if I see another airplane, I'm going to shoot myself. Seriously, they spent ten minutes looking at EVERY SINGLE plane. I mean, the stuff about the Wright Brothers was slightly interesting, but really, they have all these random airplanes that the guys my family find totally interesting. Hellooo, they fly, BIG WHOOP. In this age, airplanes aren't that amazing. Esecially recently. I mean, the airplane that broke the air speed record (this is for airplanes, not rockets) was in 1968 or 1969. it got past Mach 5. And we haven't been able to get any plane to go faster? Blahhh. And flying? BIRDS FLY. BUTTERFLIES FLY. SQUIRRELS FLY. Whoohoooo! Sorry is anyone reading this thinks flying is amazing, but I'm totally sick of planes.

Oh, and Jack, Griffin, and I were playing with this stupid Love Calculator thing online that you put in two names and it calculates the compatibility. Ha, so they're being stupid (they're sixth graders so, not that shocking) and putting in things like Jack & Jack (0%) and Griffin & Griffin (0%) or GAH and HAG (30%) and then decided to put in Alanna & Bill. Before, the highest one was my parents (60%) and when they hit go on me and Bill, VOILA it was 87%! So i started cracking up and they oked at me weird.

So mwahahahahaaaa!!!!!!!!!!!

OK, toodles.

Oh, BTW I had a dream of camp last night (Sarah will know how wonderful this is) and it was wonderful!

Things Will Change

Wow, I finally got blogspot to work when I'm logged into my new email. Normally I have to log into my old one to post or log in. Is that just me? Or does that happen to others? But it says I'm logged into my avpuffcat (I got it when I was 10, OK?) account when I'm not. I have my new email open in another tab. Hm, whatever. Today I had another one of my "pacey days" when I pace incessantly and can't stop to save my life. And my parents said "Alanna, seriously, you're so annoying, it's hard not to hit you sometimes," today when I asked what we were having for lunch. I'm just like "...OK...I'll starve if you want me to," and walked away. They say that I'm being weird and annoying? Hello, they're co-mayors of Weird/Annoyingville. Between my mom singing every song known to man 24/7 and my dad declaring days like "Talk like a pirate day" or "Talk like a cowboy day" or even "Talk like a napkin day" I think they win the candidacy. Anyways, I finally shot Trevor. FINALLY! Actually, I was going to kill him (Mwahaha!) but decided that he might be useful later. Not in this story though, I only have to write a few more pages. I really didn't need anyone getting shot, but HEY, I hate Trevor and it's the climax. But my oh-so-sensitive main character HAD to start crying and ruin my glee. So now I'm writing about "Poor, sweet Trevor!" (not really what she said, but she's still crying about him). Eventually I'm going to kill him and do a rendition of Sarah and I's "Joey died, Joey died!" dance/song combo. Ha, that'll be fun! So other than being controlled by fictional characters, my parents, and Virginia's whacked out weather (It was about 60 degrees the other day!), I found a good song! It's "Change" from Taylor Swift's new album. For those who don't know, besides loving alternative and rock music to death, I also love country music which everyone thinks its totally weird. One, because most people just don't like country, and two because I love MCR and then I love Garth Brooks. Um, the only thing that Gerard and Garth have in common is that they're males. And the fact that they're famous singers. But I'm pretty sure Garth never wrote comics or did drugs (Notice the past tense here, people). And Gerard never sang about rivers or wore cowboy hats (Well, maybe, but not because he needed them for his image). Back to what I was saying about the song, it's a pretty inspirational song about fighting for something and winning because you never gave up. So yeah, I guess that's all. Now I get to get sucked out of my blog and back into my oh-so-wonderful family life.

I'M ALLERGIC TO FAMILY BONDING! My parents made us play this weird board game as part of our "bonding time" yeterday and I started sneezing and itching really bad and when I went back upstairs, it stopped.

OK, that's it from my amazing life.