Guess Where I Am Right Now

I'm sitting in a loud lounge on a red bouncy couch. I'm kind of slipping behind the cushion into the back of the couch. Someone just banged a ping-pong paddle against the ping-pong table really loudly. The FIFA World Cup is on TV. 

Outside it's sunny, green and yellow and glowing and glistening. The air is warm and wet and clean from the rain that soaked my hair and shirt earlier before departing as suddenly as it came. 

Nope, I am not in California any more.

I'm in Ohio! At Kenyon College!! For the Kenyon Young Writers' Workshop!!! And having trouble typing because I got so used to handwriting earlier today. 

The kids playing ping-pong are two Asian girls on one side with long flowing black hair and a skinny blond guy with dark eyebrows and glasses on the other side. He's wearing a Yosemite T-shirt, the girls are shorts and flipflops. One has a pink and white tank top that shows cleavage, the other a midriff-baring blue and pink thing. 

Oh, and my computer thinks its 1:59 because I haven't hooked it up to the internet yet. It's really 4:59, which really is 1:59 California time. I've been feeling a bit off today, which I think is just my body adjusting to the three-hour time difference and eating at weird times (for California. I had to get up at 7, and that's like 4 west-coast time). 

Yesterday was a travel day. Four hours on a plane, then an hour's ride to Kenyon. I got there late, along with three other California people, so we actually missed dinner. We caught the tail end of an ice-breaking exercise, then went to another thing where they introduced all the teachers and RAs. By the end of that, we were starving, but we still had to go to our respective RA floor meetings. Then, after several frantic minutes of searching during which I delved into my left-over trail mix, we finally got the pizza we'd been promised. Yay pizza!

My dorm room is okay and my roommate is awesome. We're both big Neil Gaiman fans and we like a lot of the same stuff so I think we'll get along pretty well. 

I don't know if it was the time difference or what, but I just could not sleep last night. I just lay there staring at the wall for like an hour before finally pulling out my flashlight and finishing the 500+ page book I'd started on the plane (Now I'll Tell You Everything by Phyllis Reynolds Naylor). Then I stared at the wall more before finally dropping off, only to wake up an hour before I had to. 

The dining hall at Kenyon looks like the dining hall at Hogwarts minus the magic ceiling and the house colors. It is awesome. 

The workshops so far have been pretty great. Lots of free writing and reflection. I feel like today was sort of a nonfiction day and I kind of hope we get more into fiction and stuff later. I might post some of my writing here. 

Oh, and this will be posted a few hours after I write it because I haven't gotten the internet working and I'm writing on a digital sticky note. 

*A few hours later*

Feeling really hyper again and it's late. Had a pretty good evening. Played BS with a group of kids including a guy who cannot lie to save his life. It was fun! 

Disneyland Reflections and Awesome Texts (Two Blog Posts in One)

So...the Disneyland post may or may not happen. I haven't put the pictures on my computer yet, but...oh, what the heck, I'll just tell you about it now.

I went to Disneyland with my school's music conservatory. I'm not actually part of the music conservatory, but I play they cello and they had a couple of extra spaces, so I was in.

We headed off to Disneyland in the early morning, riding in two vans. Then when we got there we had about four hours before we actually had to play, so we split into groups and wandered the park for a while. We were going on a Saturday, the day after the 24-hour opening, so it was pretty crowded. A little more crowded than I like it, really, but whatever.

My group and I went to Autopia first. I'd never ridden it before and it was AWESOME. Although I have to say, it didn't inspire much confidence in my driving skills...and I'm going to learn this summer, so...that should be fun...

(although my friend G told me that actually driving is easier than driving the Autopia cars, so maybe it'll be okay.)

Fantasyland, where we resolved to ride the rides that scared us! That meant Snow White for G, Peter Pan for K (don't ask), Mr. Toad's Wild Ride for me, and the Spinning Teacups for N.

First off, Snow White. It was TERRIFYING. I can't remember ever having ridden it before, and I don't really plan on doing it again. Basically, you go through a couple scenes of happy domestic bliss in the dwarves' house, and then the rest of the ride consists of jerking through a pitch-black forest with things jumping out at you.

There's this one particularly terrifying moment when you go past the evil queen and then she spins around and turns into the ugly witch. I was sitting next to G, and she screamed in my ear and punched me in the arm. Hard. So that was fun.

Peter Pan was awesome, though. I'd forgotten how much fun that ride is, especially the parts where you're flying over London, through the stars, and then over Neverland. (K hadn't been on it before and was nervous about the "drop," which turned out to be an almost nonexistent, very gentle incline.)

Next up was me and Mr. Toad. I actually have a story behind this one. Once upon a time, when I was a young, impressionable child, my mother took me on Mr. Toad's Wild Ride. Being the shorter person, I was on the inside of the car--the side with the steering wheel. Mom, all in good fun, said something like, "Oh, you should steer the car!"

Which meant, in my tiny, seven-year-old brain, that I had to steer the car. If we crashed, it was my fault.

And Mr. Toad has an awfully crashy ride. There's even a part where you get hit by a train. And then sent to a courtroom. And from there you go to Hell.

My friends thought I was kidding about that last part, but I wasn't. Just imagine seven-year-old me sitting there, in that car, going straight into Hell with demons and flames and pitchforks, totally convinced that her horrible driving skills had brought her there. It was traumatizing.

So that's why we went on it this year. And honestly, it wasn't that bad. (Except for the train part.) But seriously, I was laughing maniacally when we got off. I kept saying, "I TOLD you the ride went to Hell! I TOLD you! But did you believe me? Noooo, but I was RIGHT, wasn't I!" until my friends told me to shut up.

The Spinning Teacups stopped working while we were in line, so we wound up skipping that. We had lunch and then headed over to Toon Town to rendezvous with the group.

We were led backstage by a woman named Kate (I think. I might be misremembering). Backstage Disneyland is sort of cool, but a lot more functional than normal Disneyland. You know those fake green mountains that hover over Toon Town? Well, they don't even touch the ground. They just stop about fifteen feet above the ground, just low enough that you can't tell from inside the park. It was sort of depressing, really. That's probably why they had a strict no-pictures-backstage rule.

We changed in this big changing room, then got our instruments off the vans and followed Kate to the stage where we were playing. I think it was in Frontierland? It was somewhere close to Frontierland, anyway. On the way we kept seeing Disney characters going on and off their shifts, but in addition to the no pictures rule, there's also a don't-bother-the-characters rule. Kate said that she'd once seen the White Rabbit totally swarmed by a group of eight-year-old girls.

The performance went pretty well. It was fun, and the audience was really supportive. I was proud.

There were two marching bands practicing outside when we got back to the dressing rooms. Two. Marching. Bands. It was AWESOME. They had baton twirlers and big fuzzy hats and TUBAS! I love tubas! If I was in a marching band, I would totally play the tuba. (Actually, I'd probably play the trumpet since that's what I learned for band in 5th grade, but a girl can dream.)

I love marching bands, in case you hadn't worked that out. So that was fun.

We went back into the park, which by the way was extremely crowded. I dragged my friends on the Mark Twain riverboat. There was something up with the audio on our ride--it kept pointing out the landmarks five minutes after we'd passed them already. XD

After the riverboat ride my friends were pretty tired, so we just sat down for a while. I snuck into one of the Frontierland restaurants and people-watched for a bit and finished my ill-gotten frozen lemonade.

 Oh, did I not mention that? Here's something funny: Over the course of the day, I managed to consume an obscene amount of sugar without paying for any of it. First K bought cotton candy and decided she didn't want to finish it. So I took it and managed to make it last a good six hours, eating a little at a time. Then N didn't want the remainder of her strawberry frozen lemonade thing, so I finished that in the Frontierland restaurant. Then at dinner, which the whole group had at a chowder place in Frontierland, someone brought back an extra, unwanted beignet. It was delicious.

After dinner, I wound up going on Indiana Jones with a couple of other girls from the group. One of them had gotten an extra Fastpass earlier, so I managed to hitch a ride. It's amazing what you can get by being in the right place at the right time. :) The Fastpasses were actually for 11:00-11:30, but we were leaving at 10:00. So we just got in line, prepared our sob stories, and handed the guard our passes really fast. Turns out we didn't need the sob stories--he didn't even check.

Anyway, after going on Indiana Jones (which was super fun and I love it!) I got really hyperactive. I blame this at least partially on the inordinate amount of sugar I'd consumed, and partially on the slightly claustrophobic exit tunnel for the Indiana Jones ride, but I just needed to run around for a while. So after we made our way over to Tomorrowland,  the other two girls got caught up by this rock concert. It was a little loud for me, so I ditched them and went back over to Frontierland to watch the fireworks show. I actually got a pretty good spot in the crowd--right at the back, but I could still see.

The water show was okay. I found the whole thing a bit silly. Certain parts of it--mostly the Fantasia parts--seemed a little trippy. The best part was definitely the Peter Pan ship coming past. That was awesome! On that note...is it kind of bad that I was rooting for Captain Hook to win? I don't think it's bad...I mean, I read the book and Peter Pan is an evil little devil. I actually sympathize much more with Hook than I do with Pan. The character of Peter Pan scares me. He's a remorseless murderer! Seriously, he kills like twelve pirates and then doesn't even remember their names later on, which is just plain disrespectful.

Anyway, tangent aside, I came away from the light show thinking two things:
1. Fireworks are awesome, and
2. Disney needs better values.

I know, I know. This gets said a lot. But the one moment in the show that really struck me (besides the pirate ship sailing past) was this one point where Mickey's fighting one of the villains, maybe the dragon, and he says something like "Beauty and love will always triumph over evil!"

Love, I get. Love is fine. But beauty? Really? It couldn't be "honor and love" or "courage and love" or "intelligence and love" or something?

I dunno, it just kind of irritated me.

Anyway, it was about 9:30 and I was on my way to the park entrance when I got trapped in the crowd watching the other fireworks show. (You know, the one where Tinkerbell flies over the park.) So I wound up seeing that one, too. And it was SPECTACULAR. I LOVE fireworks. :)

After that I headed down the main boulevard, out the park entrance, and back to the group. I ran a couple of laps around the courtyard just to burn off excess energy while we waited for everyone to arrive. Then when everyone was there we went back to the parking structure, got into the vans, and came home.

The next day I woke up with a patch of skin having been rubbed off the top of my foot by my shoes and a seriously sore throat. I'd started developing the sore throat at Disneyland, but I'd put it down to all the sugar I was eating. Turns out it wasn't the sugar (although the sugar probably didn't help). It was the beginnings of a really, horribly nasty cold that knocked me out of school for two days. It would have been three days if we hadn't had Monday off. So yeah, I missed two days of review for finals and the announcement of my own appointment as senior editor of the yearbook. Yay.

o.O.o

Oh, and kudos if you're still reading this. I'm impressed. Here's one last funny thing, which shall probably become a blog post all on its own in a little while, but it deserves some attention now.

My friend Sally and I were texting after my second day of missed school. Here's a transcript:

Me: Hi.
Sally: Hey, how ya feeling?
Me: Still sick :( did I miss anything?
Sally: Well, the yearbook looks absolutely fantastic. (She'd gotten it that day.)
Me: Good to know all of our hard work, tears, and ritual sacrifices paid off.
Sally: ................
Me: Kidding. We never cried over it.
Sally: Oh well then, that's okay. Nothing else about that sentence was concerning even in the slightest.
Me: Actually there might have been some tears from Ms. S (the yearbook/Creative Writing teacher)...some people just couldn't get things in on time. (Coughseniorscough)
Sally: So were the animal sacrifices to make Ms. S happy or to make the seniors surrender their free will and finish their pages?
Me: Who said anything about animals?
Sally: ..................... *runs away screaming
Me: What, you never noticed the decline in numbers of the freshmen? Dang, we must be better at this secrecy business than we thought.
Sally: hello, this is sally's answering machine. She is still runni--I mean not available. Leave a message after the tone.
Me: Hello. The spirits of the Great Divide have confiscated the mortal scum's phone in punishment for her lack of secrecy. We are coming to get you now.
Me: You can run but you cannot hide. We do not rest. We will catch up. You can only get so far.
Sally: Dear god, please let that mean that they're taking my phone.
Me: You can pray all you like but the Spirits will not be vanquished...
Sally: I'm guessing that's a no then. *Nervous laughter
Me: Your evasure shall be amusing, O Puny Mortal.
Sally: Just take ur time torturing the puny mortal u already have. Im in no hurry.
Me: We are remarkably good multi-tasters.
Me: *mukti-taskers
Me: **multi-taskers. Stupid mortal communication device.
Sally: ...right. Blame the mortal's device.
Me: Didst thou not know that the gateway to Hell is carpeted with mortal devices that have been damned there by their owners? (I read that on the internet somewhere)
Sally: Odd. I seem to remember a certain mortal friend who said that to me once. Hmmmmm, are u sure u are who u say u are.
Me: We find your lack of faith disturbing.
Sally: You're a "spirit from the great beyond" aren't u supposed to like disturbing things?
Me: Puny mortal, we have tolerated your distractions long enough! Soon we shall find you and you shall face our wrath!
Sally: *Gulp. i'll start running now, but be warned, i'm armed with a 50 pound math book
Me: ...you have discovered our weakness!
Me: Damn. Did we just send that as a text?
Sally: I'll be waiting.


Why yes, I have been listening to Welcome to Night Vale lately. However did you guess?

HELP O.O

After a two-day hiatus from school, I am finally back.

Basically, I went to Disneyland on Saturday. Then I came back and got really sick for the next four days. I promise to write about both of these things in my next post, as soon as I get the Disneyland photos onto my computer, but right now I am back at school and very, very stuck.

Who knew that writing a personal statement for college applications would be so HARD?

I tried to start it when I was sick, but no luck. So far I've been doing a whole lot of typing and very little actual writing.

The problem is that I'm not really sure where to start. Then I pick a random spot, type for a while, get sidetracked, and wind up going down a whole other road that I'm pretty sure colleges don't want to hear about.

See, I'm trying to write about my background and how it's influenced my life. For me, that means writing about my old Waldorf school, but that opens up a whole new can of worms, since I've still got seriously mixed feelings about the place. So I pick a direction to go, then get off on a tangent and find that I've written two hundred words that in no way contribute to my essay.

Rrrrrggggghhh. huhj

...and now my head hurts because I just banged it on the computer keyboard, hence the "huhj" above. (But not the "Rrrrrggggghhh." I typed that on purpose.

Okay, back to the pointless typing on a Word document now. Have a picture before I go.

It's a cartoon I drew based on a discussion with my friend about how we'd respond to nerdy pickup lines. (She's in AP Bio, which should explain this rather well. I should add that the red-headed girl looks nothing remotely like either of us.) 

Pranks, Prom and a Mariachi Band

Friday was surreal.

It was the seniors' last day in school before they go off and do their Senior Projects, so they were kind of cutting loose. They had free dress this week (my school has a uniform) and I noticed that a couple of them were sporting minor dress code violations because c'mon, who's going to give them detention on their last day? (I, by the way, am a junior, just to put this in context.)

It was also the big day for pranks. When I got to the locker room, I saw that the hall adjacent to it had been carpeted in bubble wrap. Moreover, some kind of Mexican blanket had been hung over the door to the locker room, forcing everyone to duck under it or lift it up to get in. Later in the day balloons appeared, floating down the halls and bouncing into classrooms.

That wasn't their best prank, though.

The first interesting things I noticed as I walked into the main building was a piece of paper taped to the wall.

It big, bold, printed letters, it said Teachers' Wifi Password: **********. (Actual password not reprinted for security reasons.)

And it wasn't the only one. The password papers were taped up all over the school.

We have three wifi networks at the school: one that everyone used last year before the other two got set up, one for the students, and one for the teachers. The teachers' network is a lot faster than the students', and it doesn't ban websites like the student network does. Only the teachers and the seniors know the password.

Or at least, only the teachers and the seniors knew the password before Friday.

The dean of students was not happy. She went down the halls snatching the papers down from the walls. Then the seniors rescued them from the trash and put them back up when she was gone. Then she took them down again, but by that time it was too late. Everyone already knew the password.

But even that wasn't the best thing they pulled off. You won't believe the best thing.

My friends and I walked out of Religion class and heard some kind of commotion in the courtyard below. We were on this outside walkway on the second story of the building, so we were looking down on the people below. And holy cow.

There was this crowd of seniors dancing around in the courtyard. And they were dancing to the music of a mariachi band.

A mariachi band. 

Don't believe me? I got proof.

Pictures and video taken on my cell phone from a high vantage point.

The seniors hired them to follow the dean of students around all morning. Then when she went home for the day at lunch, the mariachi band just kind of wandered around the school with a crowd of seniors following them and serenaded the teachers.

More cell phone footage!

They were right in front of the doorway to the main building at the end of lunch.

Friday was the first and probably only time I'll ever get to say, "Sorry I'm late to class. I was held up by the mariachi band."

So yeah, we're going to have a hard time topping that when we're seniors next year.

And then that night was prom.

It was fun. I went to a friend's house for a little party beforehand and we all rode there in a limo. There were about twenty of us total, as most of the girls had dates.

The prom itself was on the roof of a car museum, so we had a really nice aerial view of the city. Honestly, I had a blast. I went alone and hung out with several of my best friends, including two seniors who I will miss so much when they've graduated! We didn't dance much, mostly just ate dinner and talked. The music was really, truly, brain-cell-killingly awful. Everyone looked beautiful in their fancy dresses. I wore this black dress that has several advantages: it's very comfortable, it's nylon so it doesn't wrinkle, and it's a classic so I can wear it to pretty much any formal event for the next fifty years. Such as next year's prom, for instance. :)

It was awesome just being with my friends, talking, joking, dancing a little bit to the horrible music, riding in the limo with slightly better music. I hope everyone else's prom was awesome too.

Depressing poetry, yay!

I must have been in a weird mood this weekend, because all of my writing is a little darker than usual. Normally I tend to write funny stuff, but this weekend...nope. I wrote depressing poetry!

And because I'm nice I decided to share it with you guys.

Here is my depressing poetry!

I'm starting out with one that I actually didn't write this weekend--I wrote it a few months ago and somehow I still think it's okay.

If I could melt the sound of violins

And swirl in the cello's baritone

And add to it the heavenly choir's din

A thousand music notes would sing you home.

If I could take the words from all the books

And use them to express my love for you

That verse would leave no human mind unhooked

No heavy heart could ever be as blue.

I long for you in every passing day

I sing to you whenever I am home

I wish on stars that you would come to stay

And I'd no longer have to be alone.

If I could take the sparkle from the stars

And mix it with the beauty of a rose

And place it in a thousand crystal jars

You wouldn't have to suffer through my prose.

I wrote those words when I was just sixteen

I never knew they'd ever ring so true

Now I'm grown up and in the space between

I think I've fallen out of love with you.

I know this poem is going to sound cliché

But darling, I just want you to come home

I wait for you in every passing day

I'm so damn tired of always being alone.

If I could get the strength to leave this house

And find someone who sometimes would come home

You're often just a bad taste in my mouth

I'd leave and then you'd be the one alone.

This house we share will never be the same

The love we had is cracked and dusty, so

I cannot keep on playing this awful game

I need to be the one to tell you no.

So now I’m packing up my brand-new bags

My suitcase sits out in the hall at home

I’m going to leave this love that’s torn to rags

I’m going to find a place I’m not alone.

Geez. I have no idea where that came from. I remember thinking it was going to be a happy poem when I started it and then my brain was like, "NOPE. Depressingness is in!" and I wrote that.

Anyway, here's the first one I wrote this weekend. It's a rondel, a French type of poem with thirteen lines and two repeated refrain lines. 

That I were in your arms again, my dear

For there it was that I was truly free

No chains or contradictions binding me

The simple safety of your being near.

Across the grass, there steps a gentle deer

Come here to greet your earthen tomb with me

That I were in your arms again, my dear

For there it was that I was truly free.

The cold ground keeps your body safe in here

But where your spirit is I cannot see

You’ve gone, you’re dead, invisible to me

So came to pass what was my greatest fear—

That I were in your arms again, my dear.

I have these two characters that I mess with in my head sometimes. For some reason I never give them happy endings: one of them usually winds up dead and leaves the other one grieving. I think I wrote this about them. (Hopefully when I actually put them in a story they can finally be happy. I quite like them.) 

The next one's about them, too. It's a triolet, thirteen lines with the first, fourth, and seventh lines repeating and the second and eighth lines also repeating. Here you go.

You left me here with this, a broken heart

Your death was ere the death of my own soul

For when the kiss of Death ripped us apart

You left me here with this, a broken heart

From this, which was our home, I do depart

For never here can I again be whole

You left me here with this, a broken heart

Your death was ere the death of my own soul.

Apparently I have a thing for iambic pentameter, since all my depressing poetry is in it. I guess it's just easier for me to write for some reason.

So yeah, this weekend was a weird one for me. Not only do I not usually write poetry, let alone depressing poetry, but I also don't usually write horror stories. But guess what I started after the depressing poetry!

If you guessed a horror story, you get a prize. And if it's not too disturbing when I'm done with it, I might post said horror story here after its completion. You have been warned.

How My Best Friend Hurt Her Ankle

"What, Rowan? Two posts in one week? Have you seen any flying pigs zooming around today?"

Yeah, I know I don't update often enough. But I promised I'd try and get this to you guys, so here it is: the story of how my friend hurt her ankle a few months ago, as told by herself.

        "I was punting through the Florida Everglades, desperate to reach the burning orphanage before the hungry werewolves closed in, when suddenly an albino crocodile dropped out of a tree onto the bow of my canoe! The bow went down and I flew into the air, my punting pole sailing from my grasp! I was flung into the overhanging moss of the ancient Dillarmo trees, which cradled me like a hammock. Fortunately, I wasn’t injured, and the mystical rain totem remained in my pocket.

            Just when I thought I was safe, I noticed that I felt oddly peaceful and calm. Looking down at my arms, I realized with alarm that I had stumbled into one of the dreaded Somniferous Spruce Glades of Florida! Within moments, I knew, I would be paralyzed and in a few hours my flesh would be absorbed by the demonic flora, leaving my skeleton for the spiders to munch on.

            Fortunately, at about that time a warrior of the tribe of the rare Azure Leopard-People of Tallahassee stumbled upon me in her hunting. I spotted a flash of blue fur spotted with gold and black and called for help. She swung upon the vines until she reached me, her tail waving gracefully behind her. Then she loosened the trailing tendrils from where they had been injecting their immobilizing venom into me. I thought that she was going to help me back to my canoe, but instead she pressed her spear to my back and took me prisoner! From her growling, broken English, I gathered that there was a feud between the Azure Leopard People and the Viridescent Simians, and that the humanoid felines needed a blood sacrifice to ensure their victory against the monkeys!

            I was tied to the obsidian sacrificial rock when help arrived unexpectedly. A strange, blood-chilling howling came from the forest, and then the pack of werewolves burst into the leopards’ camp! They had followed my canoe, and had been distracted from the orphanage when they scented feline!

            Thanks to the ensuing fight, I managed to loosen my bonds and make a run for it into the forest. Unfortunately my ankles were tied very tightly and I obtained some soft tissue damage in my daring escape. I fashioned a crutch out of a fallen branch, limped onwards to the orphanage, used the rain totem to summon a torrent and put out the fire, and led the soot-stained children through the Everglades to safety! We steered well clear of the Azure Leopard Peoples’ camp, and when we reached a small inlet we met an albino crocodile that was trapped in the Somniferous Spruce. After I saved him, he revealed that he was a sacred deity of the Everglades and granted us safe passage back to civilization. Aside from a bite from the deadly Obongo River Spider that I contracted in his rescue, I escaped with only the damage to my ankle.

It hurts quite a lot, but it should heal quickly, thanks for asking."

She sustained slight soft tissue damage, which hurt but healed fast--lucky, since she was in Evita and had to dance a lot the next week.

Okay, okay, fine: I wrote it for her.

But you've got to admit, it sounds a lot cooler than "I fell down the stairs during rehearsal."

Lent is Hard

I started writing a post about April birthdays last week, but I never had time to finish it and now it's way too late. So here's a quick post to say that I'm still alive and everything, despite having to play cello in the dance concert four times. It was terrifying but awesome. The choreography was brilliant. I only had one piece, which meant that I got to watch the rest of the concert from the audience and it was super fun. I was playing "Julie-O" by Mark Summer and the dancers were dancing around me. I don't have a video of it, but I did find a video of someone playing the piece at National Cello Institute a few years ago.

I actually witnessed this performance and got to take classes alongside the guy (he was a student too) and he was FANTASTIC. And presumably still is--I just haven't spoken to him in a few years.

I play the piece very differently--it's pretty open to interpretation. But this guy does a lot of stuff way better than I do, like the strumming part. I've never gotten the hang of some of the tricky bits from that. And his cadenza has way more flourishes than mine.

In other news...

Happy incredibly belated birthday to Fred and George Weasley!

Their birthday was actually April 1. Shocking, right?

And as a nod to my Canadian-television-obsessed friend, happy birthday Cody of Total Drama!

That would be this guy. Apparently his birthday was also on April 1.

And one of my other friends had a birthday last week, so I may put up a story I wrote about her sometime last week if I can get my laptop to work on the internet before then.

I'm also working on something huge and fun and exciting and scary, so I'll let you know if that pans out. I hope it does. :)

...And I just realized that nothing in this post has anything to do with the title of said post. Well, I titled it that because I am starting to really miss my webcomics. Especially Gunnerkrigg Court. Surprisingly, that's the one I miss the most. It's surprising because it's the one I talk about the least, at least according to my friends. But I left off right at the end of a cliffhanger chapter and now I'm desperate to know what happens.

One...more...week...