Day 11, already behind. Keep on chugging, little engine!

15684 / 50000 words. 31% done!

Today's agenda:

1) Finish cleaning/pack for Florida;

2) Avoid a household reenactment of Mortal Kombat;

3) Write today's words.

Mom: I met one of Abby's friends once. She was an emu.

Me: ...A bird?

Mom: No, no. You know. Somebody who slits their wrists all the time.

Ah.

Edit: 12:04, no longer behind. BOOYAH.

18362 / 50000 words. 37% done!

Day 8. Mood: creatively comatose.

13346 / 50000 words. 27% done!

Today's agenda:

1) Beat that irritating WiiFit trainer at jackknives;

2) Buy Mom's betas;

3) Write 2,000-odd words toward today's count, and evening up yesterday's;

4) Clean/pack/heckle Dad about my flight information;

5) Avoid bickering at all costs -- I'm too good at it, and it's no good to be too good at anything in this house.

Worth listening to:

"The Call" by Regina Spektor.

Worth watching:

"Scaramouche."

I'm sure glad this came along, because I had no idea what I was going to write.

Chelsea

don't be a babyyyy

11:24pmNick

don't be a girl.

... wait...

11:24pmChelsea

on second thought, chelsea, please do be a girl.

you'd be a terrifying boy and probably shove me into lockers, because I'm Nick and therefore very small =]

[Nick's reply, if you were curious, took three minutes to type and was quite impressive up until the point when he referred to himself as "quite the huck of man meat." He meant "hunk," but that would hardly have saved his credibility. It made me think of a woman at Ladies Fitness, who refers to the mix-gender gyms as "meat markets."]

Nick Gotta give me points for trying

11:29pmChelsea There is no partial credit in the lit class of life.