mood: excited

day: saturday... or sunday, twenty - seventh of august, two - oh - eleven

countdowns: ten days until school starts


So, Hellie and I finally got Ryder and Rose up and running! I'll just wait here for the applause. I'm actually super excited about it, simply because I love my character. I think her background is something that'll completely influence her character in an interesting way and  it's just pumping me up majorly. Plus, the website looks splendid thanks to Hellie's help. 


Plus, I had an In Confidence break through. I'm done outlining. *scared look here* Yes, I am too. Which means I have to begin writing. I might soon, actually, but I'm not sure. I also made character profiles for Ellowen and Harrison, which worked out very nicely. I'm slowly inching towards favouring Harrison though, which sucks because basically the entire novel spare the last chapter is in Ellowen's point of view. I was just writing his character profile and thinking, 'god, I wish I could write his story instead of Ellowens.' Which isn't true, as I meant his story before he... you know... died. Maybe I will write it someday, but it's not very interesting. First, I have to write their story. God, I just got shivers. Now that it's time to do it, I'm so freaked out! Okay, attempting to calm down now. But, how do I begin it? AH. Leaving this topic of conversation.


I want school to start. That is all.

Absolutely sincerely,

Charlotte

School, school, school... why can't you come sooner?

mood: tired

day: friday, august twenty - sixth, two - oh - eleven

countdowns: eleven days until school starts


Well, hello. 
School is about to begin, did you know that? Well, if not, then you haven't read the countdown that is above. I wouldn't blame you. I'm a skimmer, as well. As well as being a complete loser/dork/nerd... which this post is about. Shall we continue?


Loser = I've become completely obsessed with a little thing called Tumblr... and the James Potter tag. Oh. My. Lord. I don't know why but browsing along the HP tag and seeing all these tags on James Potter and such, I've finally realized how much I'm in love. I'm sure Karys thought I was absolutely barmy when going off at the mall today about how if anyone said one more time how James didn't deserve Lily, I'd go get my shotgun. Or an axe. Or, more probably, a very very sharp pencil. I mean, he defended his kid and his wife without a freaking wand! How can someone like that not deserve the wife that chose him?! I'm not going to get into my other arguments though, as that would take up the whole post. And we don't want that, do we?


Dork = There is really no reason for this one. Well... there's a lot of reason smushed into one big no reason so that is all. Okay, moving on...


Nerd = I'm so ready for school it's ridiculous. And I love talking about it so I will. 


Beside me I have my four different colored binders for each subject, with four dividers and one sheet of clear re-inforcements along with a good amount of lined paper. Then I have my two pencil cases. The big one has markers, pencil crayons and the like. The small one has blue pens, black pens, red pens, mechanical pencils, normal pencils, 1 pencil sharpener, white out, five different colored highlighters and my trusty USB Carlos. Oh, and a Sharpie. Because Sharpies are cool. Then I have a pro geometry set. And a pro calculator named King Henry. Then a bottle of Purell for my locker. Which'll all go in my Roots backpack eventually. Oh, and a notepad. Forgot about that. 


And I just got a new winter coat. But it's not a Skii jacket as was required last year. No, it's navy and it's beauteous. And I got pretty hat and gloves from roots. I'm just happy that I had the judgement to pick a coat that actually matches my favouurrittteeeee scarf this year. It's red. And flannel. And beautiful. But last year my coat was purple with a design. Hey, it's Canada and dayum cold out! No judgements! Since then, I've known I need something like this. Now, all I need is a cream colored hoodie and I'm good. :)


That's all. 

Absolutely sincerely,

Charlotte