I'm still alive!

Hello! I'm still alive! The reason I've been silent for the past two or so weeks is because I haven't had access to the computer, but now it's on and I have nothing else to do. So sorry to be so silent! I promise I haven't abandoned you!

I've basically quit NaNoWriMo, which sucks, but alas, it wasn't meant to be. Ironically it wasn't an excess of work which compelled me to fall so far behind, but a lack of motivation on my part, and an abundance of rather ill-timed headaches. I grew to not only absolutely despise my story, my characters, my setting, and my writing, but to be completely unable to come up with anything to write. The trouble was, really, that I didn't develop it properly before diving in and therefore it turned out sloppy and unorganized. Next year!

Speaking of creative writing, though, next Wednesday marks the very first meeting of Maia and I's creative writing club, Quill and Keys! We are very excited. There will be food, and probably writing as well (although no one can be sure). The name was a joint effort. I like it.

How was everyone's Thanksgiving? I cooked the entire dinner (except when my mom helped me cut a giant squash...haha) and it actually turned out pretty well! Of course the only reason I spent half the day cooking and stuck my hand into a dead animal was so we could actually have Thanksgiving dinner on Thanksgiving. Since my mom worked that night, if she were going to cook, it would have to wait till tomorrow. Oh, and I made an apple pie! That, I think, turned out the best. That, and the squash. Yum.

I found out today that an essay is due in English on Monday. One, the school doesn't allow projects or tests on Monday, so Rocky can't even do that. Two, she never actually told period 4 that the essay was due, and hasn't posted it online. The essay is about point of view. Someone explain to me how the hell one writes in essay on point of view, please.

The good news in English is that we're finally starting A Tale of Two Cities, which is one of my favorite books! Also, I got 100 on that narrative essay from forever ago :D In good school news, the new marking period has started, so I can almost pretend that the good grades on the first three assignments of the year can be maintained! As of last marking period, I have three A's, two B's, and three C's. The C's disappoint me, except in chemistry, where the only reason I got a C and not a D is because teacher gave me points for homework I didn't actually do =.= I pity one kid who had an 89.48, or something like that. So close.

Right now I have an 83 in chem since he's only posted one grade, but hopefully I can keep it up! I have 100 in biology. Ha ha ha :)

I think I'll go write something that isn't NaNoWriMo, so I can regain my sanity. Good night, everyone! Have a wonderful Thanksgiving weekend!

In lieu of a proper, sensical entry, my dears...

The writing's gone well, if by well you mean poorly
If by writing you mean slop set to a story
If by gone you mean delayed and fought for and against
If by the you mean--well, it has been so long since
I put words in a rhythm, prose into rhyme
I tend to slip up from time to time
And, like above, miss a syllable or two
Or go on too long 'fore starting stanza anew

The institution of learning which I have been sent to
Can burn in rotten hell, and every teacher too
In truth, I do not mean to be cruel
But to delineate my struggles given to me by school
In the past week alone would take half an hour
To describe the whole year I don't have the power
To describe the last day I think would suffice
If the very idea did not fill me with vice

However, some happiness! Pieces of news
For which without my san'ty I might lose
Some Sunday past, a week ago since
My dear friend Maia did manage to convince
My easily-won mind to chop of my hair
And now, simply put, it's simply not there
Cut 'round my chin, and with bangs to boot
Do I regret it? The answer is moot

For regret I have none; for other things, yes
For miseries which have fallen into mess
My happinesses, I find, are few and quite fleeting
My sorrows are great, my matches I am meeting
Or failing to meet, or falling behind
The struggle and the stress of my mind
Is oftentimes too great to bear
But in my grades, 'tis apparent there

But speak not of misery! It does not promote
Good nature to feel as if cut by the throat
Or optimism to feel always left in the dust
Though sometimes it is hard, so sometimes we must
Look forward with a smile, find it in ourselves to laugh
Look to the good things, look back to the gaffs
And the jokes and the joys we shared with our friends
So even for hardships we may make amends