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I love Lush. I love their bath bombs, their shower smoothies, their perfume - everything! Going into the store, where I can touch every cool thing they have is amazing. If I could, all my bath products would be from there. It's that cool.

I also have a deep love of soaking in a hot bath. Bubbles, soaks, oils, rose petals - I want to have it all. The best part of a bath is adding all the goodies to the steaming water. I could seriously take a bubble bath everyday. I actually fear that one day I'll use so much bubble bath no one will be able to find me.

Needless to say, my bubble bath and Lush addictions go nicely hand in hand. This is a major problem. Why? Well, I am a poor, up and coming stylist with not a lot of extra cash to toss about. Also, I feel really silly spending a fortune on products that are just going to get used up. No matter how you slice it, a Lush addiction is an expensive one. Even if I only stock up on holiday sales, it still adds up. And Lush doesn't have tons of major sales, leaving me bubble bath-less for months at a time!

Luckily, I am a crafty one. While nothing I could make from odds and ends procured at my Dollar Tree and drug store, I think I've come up with a cost effective way to last me from one holiday sale to the next.

I went to my drugstore, and found a large bag of lightly scented Epsom salts. On my way home, I stopped by the Dollar Tree to get a small container to keep in my bath room when I saw them - glycerine dipped rose petals. They came in wide verity of scents, but the classic rose called to me with the bright red color. Rushing home, I came on a plan on action. I would mix the petals into my small container of salts. Not only would they brighten up the white powder, but they would add that extra burst of luxury to my bath.

At first, I tried to layer rose petals and salt in the jar. While this may be the way to go for a gift, I thought it would over power the eucalyptus and spearmint scent the salt came with. In the end, I put four roses, divided into their petals, in the jar, filled with salt and shook the whole thing like a Polaroid picture.

Shopping List:
Dr Teal's Therapeutic Solutions Epsom Salt Soaking Solution in Relax (Eucalyptus & Spearmint) - $5.99 for 48.0 oz
Rose Petal Soap - $1.00 for 9 roses
22 oz Cracker Jar - $1.00 for one

Total cost: $7.99
Approximate cost per jar: $4.20
Approximate cost per bath: $1.05

So, for about the same price of a bath melt from Lush, I made one jar of bath goodness with enough product to fill up my jar again. Am I going to stop shopping at Lush, now that I have found this? No way! But, now I won't be left bubble bath-less ever again.

I do think I will continue to experiment with my own bubble bath extras, after all I have to try this!


Confessions of a Part Time Housewife

Miles Aldridge

I have been cooking a ton lately. Maybe it’s the weather, maybe it’s my mood, but I have been cooking dinner at least three times a week lately. I think part of it has to do with not having cable television anymore. No longer do I rush home to catch the weekly installment of whatever show. Instead, I rush home after a long day at work to start dinner. It’s a lovely change for Boyfriend, who once did all of the cooking in the house.

Most of the dinners I have made have been of the “saute veggies in olive oil and garlic, serve with rice/mashed potatoes/couscous/pasta” set, but I have made two recipes that are too good not to share.

Totally Awesome Red Pasta Sauce

This is a variation on my Mother’s pasta sauce. The portabella mushrooms are great for making a “meaty” sauce that suits both veggies and carnivores a like. It gets it sweetness from roasted red peppers and garlic, balanced by the tang of capers. Since Boyfriend has IBS, I also add a good bit of honey to cut the acidity, but that is up to you. Serve over shaped pasta of choice, with sauteed broccoli, garlic bread, and red wine. (It also makes a great filling for lasauna!)

3 large red peppers
1 head of garlic
Kosher salt (sea salt works as well, but try to avoid table salt)
Olive oil
1 tble butter
1 large white onion, chopped
1 package sliced portabella mushrooms
2-3 tbles capers with liquid
1 29oz can crushed tomatoes
1/2 tsp dry mustard
1/2 tsp oregano
1 tble honey
Salt and pepper to taste

Roast peppers (seeds removed) and garlic head (skins still on) with a liberal coating of kosher salt and olive oil in a 400 degree oven for about 20 minutes. The skins of the peppers will look very wrinkly, and the garlic will be a golden brown. Let cool. Cut the peppers into 1/2 inch strips. Peel the garlic cloves and mash with a fork or in a mortal and pestle with a pinch of kosher salt.

Sweat chopped onion and mushrooms in a large sauce pan with butter and 2-3 tbles olive oil over medium to high heat until soft and golden.

Add roasted red peppers, mashed garlic, and capers to the pot. Stir well, cook for about three minutes.

Add crushed tomatoes and half a can of water. Season with mustard, oregano, honey, salt, and pepper. Bring to a boil.

Turn heat to medium low and simmer for at least half an hour before serving. The longer you let simmer, the better it’s going to be.

Veggie and Fungi Crust-less Quiche

I hate crust. If it’s not on a pizza, I’m not going to eat it. Also, it’s a pain in the butt to make. However, I wanted quiche. I adapted another one of Mother’s recipes, adding tons more veggies, and nixing the crust. This is a great make ahead dish, since you can prep everything in the morning and stick it covered in the fridge. When you get home, preheat the oven, pour into a baking dish, and bake. Serve with a side salad.

1 smallish red pepper, diced
1/2 package sliced portabella mushrooms
1/4 cup frozen peas
Olive oil
4 eggs
1 1/2 cups of havartii with dill cheese, grated
1 cup skim milk
heavy 1/4 cup Greek yogurt
2 tbles minced garlic
2 tbles dried parsley
1/4 tsp oregano
Salt and pepper to taste

Preheat oven to 350.

Saute the red pepper, mushrooms, and peas in olive oil over medium to high heat until soft. Remove from heat and let cool. (Putting the mixture in the fridge helps.)

Beat the eggs, cheese (reserve a bit for sprinkling on top), milk, Greek yogurt, garlic, parsley, and oregano together until smooth. Add the cooled veggie mixture, season to taste.

Prepare a casserole dish or quiche pan with butter and a dusting of flour. Pour the egg mixture into the pan, sprinkle with more cheese. Bake for 45 minutes, or until top is golden brown and the quiche has set. Let cool for about 10 minutes before cutting into slices.


Cheese Ravioli with Toasted Walnuts

Italian night. I've decided I really don't like Italian food all that much. Boyfriend loved this dish, and he made it.

It's basically just make bagged ravioli and top with toasted walnuts and a bit of garlic. Nothing really special, and kind of a let down compared to the other dishes this week. I don't think we'll be making this ever again, and I'm not taking it to lunch.

Speaking of, the couscous from last night was terrific as lunch with hummus and carrots.

Curied Couscous with Broccoli and Feta

Today was Middle Eastern night at the house! When I saw this week's meals included a Middle Eastern inspired dish, Curried Couscous with Broccoli and Feta, I couldn't wait to try it. My love for the cusine is long known, and well documented. Israeli food has always been a favourite of mine. When my father was young, he lived in Israel for about five years. Even though he's forgotten the language, he remembered the food and always made a ton of hummus, gabba ganoush, falafel, couscous, and Israeli salad all through my childhood. Then, I was about 10, a Middle Eastern restaurant opened near by with food ranging from Morocco to Turkey. I think my whole family went every week for a good six months, in which time my love for the whole region grew as I tried dish after tasty dish.

The recipe was very generic, without any ingredients more exotic than a shy spoonful of curry powder. However, that did not affect it's tastiness in any respect. It was very easy to throw together (a cooking style I am beginning to love), with the most taxing thing waiting for the veggies to steam in my archaic rice cooker.

The recipe calls for getting the veggies pre-cut, but to save money, we got whole broccoli crowns, baby carrots, and whole ginger root. I cut the baby carrots in half, diced half an onion, and roughly chopped the broccoli. I steamed all veg, together to develop the flavours as the couscous cooked and sat. We nixed the chickpeas, and used a asiago/Parmesan mix we had in the fridge. I also added two huge tablespoons of tahini.

I honestly did not miss the chickpeas or feta, which is saying a ton because I will eat chickpeas out of the can at times. I'm sure both additions are there for protein, but the couscous is so heavy, adding other heavy, fatty, starchy items would weight it down too much. A really fresh goat cheese and chopped hard boiled egg whites would be a better choices for people needing a high protein meal.

Next time, I'm going to up the Middle Eastern-y-ness by changing the raisins to dates, using pomegranate syrup instead of sugar, and maybe using almonds. I did really like the cashews, but to me they're more of an Indian nut. Or maybe that's just me.

The one thing I've noticed with this site is that the serving sizes are huge. This recipe claims it serves five, but I had a heaping plate, Monty only had about half a cup, and we still have tons left over for lunch tomorrow. The suggested side for this is hummus and pita, which I didn't get to eat because I was too busy eating the main dish. I do plan to bring some hummus and carrots with my lunch tomorrow.

Lunch: The pasta from last night was very good for lunch. The sharp lemony flavour had mellowed, letting the brine from the artichokes and the garlic to really shine. The pasta held up well, and the spinach was only slightly mushy.
Like many young couples, my boyfriend and I eat out almost every night. We both work crazy hours, and are frankly more concerned with having a social life then keeping a household. However, with trying to lose weight and save money, it's no longer a sustainable lifestyle. Also, we both love to cook, and would really prefer it to going out.

Luckily, I have stumbled upon a great resource. My Recipes.com has taken the guess work out of a week of meals with eighteen "1 List, 5 Meals" collections. Each week has one shopping list as a downloadable PDF file. It is neatly divided into each section of the supermarket, so shopping is quick and easy. We spent about 30 minutes in the supermarket, and only spent $58. Although, we didn't have to get any of the cheese, and we also picked up other stables such as milk and blackberry jam.

Most of the weeks include meat in every meal, but Week Thirteen is meatless, and a bunch of the weeks have one or two meatless meals included. The five meals each have a sort of theme. Week Ten includes a "Down-Home Meal", "From the Grill", "Superfast Dinner", "Easy Entertaining", and "Freezer Favourite". Week Thirteen has a sort of around the world feel to it, with Asian, Greek, Mexican, Italian, and Middle Eastern dishes. Each meal has a recipe that is quick and easy to follow, as well as an optional side, such as frozen egg rolls, or bagged salad.

Today, Boyfriend and I tried out one of the recipes tonight. On a whim, we decided to go with the Greek dish - Cavatappi with Spinach, Garbanzo Beans, and Feta. As promised, the meal was fast, tasty, and easy to throw together. We followed the recipe almost exactly, but we added a jar of artichoke hearts and changed the pasta to rigatoni, as it was the closest pasta at the store.

The longest part of the whole process was boiling the water and waiting for the pasta to cook. This was a great dish to do on a hot August night, since we didn't have to have five pots and an oven going all at once.

The site suggested toasted garlic bread as a side, but we had garlic cheddar bread with rosemary oil from our local bakery. To finish, we made instant chocolate fudge pudding.

The recipe said it served twelve, and it wasn't kidding. We both had two platefuls of pasta, and still had enough to fill up three large plastic cases to take for lunch later in the week.

Boyfriend and I will defiantly be making this dish again. Next time, I think adding a jar of capers would be a great addition, as well as serving with lemon wedges.

If only Dali could see us now...

Dear Internet,

I know that you're still mad at me for when I dropped off the grid, and I'm very sorry for that. I'm not going to apologize for doing so when you were complaining that I talked to Boyfriend more then I talk to you, because that's just not true. But, I think that we need to move past our differences, and try to make this work. You're my best friend, Internet, and you always will be.

Also, I totally had to share this with you.

(1:33:32 am)j*********:I have kind of a wacky idea for a first date .Care to indulge me with an adventure? I swear I’m not creepy.

(1:34:46 am)B:go for it

(1:35:09 am)j*********:You dress up in a swanky dress. Prom, evening gown, what have you

(1:35:22 am)j*********:I wear a button down shirt and a tie.

(1:35:29 am)j*********:we get coffee, and meet at your place

(1:35:40 am)j*********:then, fully clothed, with our coffee, we hop in your shower and turn the water on

(1:35:58 am)j*********:then we see if we can conduct the standard awkward coffee shop gettingtoknowyou conversation

(1:36:11 am)j*********:and examine how that convo is different, considering the parameters of the encounter

From OK Cupid, Kill Me

Is it weird that I totally would love to do this? First, let's consider the whole surreal experience of getting coffee when dressed to the nines. That in it of itself could be really fun. Add in the whole shower thing, and I think it could be really cool. Especially if you had one of those showers that go into a tub, and you bothered to put a couple of chairs, or even a table and chairs in there to have this whole conversation. The more I think about this, the more I want to do it, take a bunch of photos, and post them everywhere. Including OK Cupid!

Surrealism is fun!


Look! Two in a row!

Dearest internet, how are you this very cold afternoon? I’m freezing, so I shall be right back after I grab a sweater of cuddliness +2. You should probably get one as well. There. Now that I am properly cuddly, we can begin.

Day four of living with taking caustic pills that make you want to violently empty the contents of one’s stomach is going better than expected. Well, better then days one and two, but that’s not really saying much. I had salsa as a part of my breakfast with solid foods, and I’m even drinking coffee! Granted, it’s more of a latte with warmed milk and lots of honey, but damn it, it’s coffee not tea. I get so sick of tea after a while. I don’t think that I’m going to be back to drinking coffee like water until probably a few days after I finish the vile poisonous pink pills, but progress is a great thing indeed. Still trying to take it really easy, the last thing I want is to bad slide. Again.

Speaking of progress, I did end up writing over 1,500 words yesterday, as I worked for a bit on my fan fiction. Sister helped me a lot with the direction of how I wanted Draco’s character to progress in relation to Hermione’s, and I think that putting in more flash backs will be better in the long run than the bricks of unwieldy prose I had before. I’m still not happy with the secondary plot that I have going on, but I can’t write about a magical cop without having her work at least one case. I think I’m going to scale back, however. The original idea was to have a whole serial killer thing going on, with the intent on becoming the next dark lord. I think that I’m going to keep that idea, but maybe stretch it out through a few different stories. Gah, this whole thing is turning into a huge soap opera with way too many characters for me to juggle! I think that’s one of the issues with Harry Potter fan fiction as a whole. The world is really way too big to deal with as one writer. It really explains why JKR just made all the Death Eaters foils. I honestly don’t think that she’s a good enough writer to deal with that many characters in one novel. The lack of first person doesn’t help either. Harry Dresden and Anita Blake also both have tons of characters, but they both also have tons of books to add to the world slowly. I think Dresden’s up to eleven books, and Anita Blake is up to thirteen or fourteen. It’s insane.

Harry Potter fan fiction writers also have the trap of having tons of work in fan fiction and other high fantasy works to draw upon. A problem I have more often than not while writing in the Harry Potter world, is that the magic system is highly simplistic. The magic works because it works. Only in potions is there any sense of natural laws and consequences. In my stories, at the very least, I really do try to add some kind of restrictions upon the magic used, or at the very least some kind of explanation for why the magic works as it does. I personally really like the ideas of Old and New magic, where the Purebloods have some kind of archaic magic that is for some reason taboo or not used. I also really like the idea of magic as a religion, and with some kind of god and goddess system. It would also explain some of the logical resentment that the Purebloods have against the Muggle borns. The illogical hate is still there, but there’s not much you can do to explain that other than to say that people are idiots.

There is also the possibility that I think way too much about these things.

There is another possibility that maybe one of these days I’ll become a novelist and write about hair and magic.

What do people write about when they write every day? Honestly, not much has happened in twenty four hours.

The Super Bowl was fun, if for no other reason than I got to cuddle up to Boyfriend (If you’re reading this because you’re bored, you should know that I try not to talk about people with their real names on this blog. Only handles and descriptive tags.) and ask him silly questions about the sport. Most went something like this:

Me: So what’d the magical orange line?
Boyfriend: it doesn’t really exist, you know…
M: I know, but what does it mean?.
B: Well, you have to line up on the line of scrimmage-
M: that’s the magical blue line?
Father: Yes, that’s the magical blue line. They have to get from the blue line to the orange line.
M (to Boyfriend): Well, why didn’t you just say that? Why do you have throw silly football words in there?
B: because that’s what’s it’s called?
M: well, this game is stupid.
B: I think you’d like it if you gave it a shot.
M: Doubtful. I just like asking you stupid questions.
B: I noticed.
M: you’re going to ask me about a hundred questions about onsides and offsides when I watch proper football aren’t you?
B: Yep.
M: I love you.
B: I love you, too.
M: Why are they on the blue line again? They just did that!
B: *face plant*

Or something like that at the very least. It’s close enough to what happened, anyway. Sister and Mother watched the Puppy Bowl, which I was going to watch with them, but I got my dose of cute cuddling with Boyfriend and my Build-A-Bear Workshop blue, winter-y bear named River. Because she can kill you with her brain, don’t think that she can’t. I kind of want to knit her a pink turtle neck like River Tam wears in the show, and maybe some motor cycle type boots as well. I think baby patterns might be the best for this, since the bear is a fairly good size.

I have ten more words until I can get to 1,000 words. See, you just can’t do that kind of crap with NaNoWriMo. Well, you could, but it’s not all that kosher. More’s the pity. I often wonder if some of these novels people write don’t have random sentences like that. I know mine do, but then I delete them. Maybe next year I won’t.

NaNoWriMo is just at a bad time for me now, though. Frightland is just ending, and I am normally really exhausted the whole month. Seriously, last year I totally forgot about NaNoWriMo! Something I haven’t done since I found out about it in 2004. Hopefully next year my work schedule will be less frightening, though. As in, I might have a day off here or there. That would be a nice change. Doubtful it’ll happen, but hope springs eternal and all that meshugas.

Boyfriend just called and surprised me with his coming over soon since his work took less time than he expected it to. I’m very excited, as I always am when I get to see him. I think I could see him every day and still be excited when he comes home from work or the pub or fishing or whatever. Yay for silly happiness.

Now, it is time for our Yiddish word for the day! Brought to you by Bubbe’s Latkes. Don’t eat any latkes! It’s only real, if it’s Bubbe’s!

Fleishig- made of meat. As in, “Is that soup fleishig?”, which could be a very important question for veggies at a potluck.

And with those 1,296 words, dear internet, I wish you a great day. Hopefully cuddled up with some one or some bear you truly love.


Hello, dear Internet! No, I am not dead, although it did seem pretty hairy there for a few days.

Okay, we can all tell that I have failed horribly at the whole 1,500 words per day thing. I think I’m going to start with smaller numbers. So, for now, we’re going to have a 500 word per day minimum. I think that’s a lot more do-able anyway. If I hit about that, well kudos to me. Probably, every month or so, I’ll up the total word count by 100 words or so. That way, I might be able to ease into the 1,500 words per day for a whole year. I really want to accomplish that, but starting small is for the best.

So, now onto the story of what I’ve been doing for the past few days. Really, it can all be summed up with “avoiding death”, but that leaves so much to imagination, doesn’t it? Let’s be a bit more specific, lest you start to think my life is way more interesting then this blog is.

Strep throat, or Streptococci invasion, if we want to be specific about these things, is one of the worst diseases in the whole world. Not only does it strip you of any desire to do anything, just like a normal cold with its fatigue and body aches, but the pain radiating from your throat every time you try to breathe, let alone swallow or eat, makes you want to scream. Only you can’t, because that would hurt way too bloody much. So you sit there for an entire day, vainly trying to drink enough brandy to numb your throat so you can finally take some Tylenol to lower the fever you know is burning just under your skin, or make you pass out. Whichever comes first is more than fine, although the passing out is looking more tempting by the minute.

Once you go to the doctors, you have to wait for what feels like forever in a world of bright lights and way too friendly nurses. Who keep trying to make you talk, and worse – think! What was the date of your last period? Are you on any medications, prescription or otherwise? Are you allergic to anything? (Early January, the pill, Penicillin and mold.) After the doctor with a neatly trimmed white bread and matching full head of hair sees you for three seconds, after making you wait on the highly uncomfortable hospital cot, he gives you a script for what should be your salvation in the form of antibiotics. Should be. But it’s not.

After the next two days of pucking your guts out the four times a day you have to swallow one of the huge, pink horse pills, there has to be something better. And there should be, but this is a weekend. And a weekend with more snow than anything else. No one is going anywhere unless the words “imminent death” or “baby on the way” can be legitimacy bandied about. Your mother tells you there is no way in hell that you can continue to take the medication that the doctor prescribed, and for half a day you listen to her. It’s better than bowing to the toilet bowl, hacking and spitting up everything in your stomach until only the yellow- green bile it left.

But, while you sleep, tenth and twelfth grade biology come rushing back with frightening statistics about Russian prisons and the proliferation of “super bugs”. Strains of bacteria that have become resistant to antibiotic after antibiotic due to the fact that after people start to feel better, they stop taking the drugs. How could you be so selfish? Surely, vomiting every three hours isn’t pleasant, but it sure beats the hell out of being responsible for erythromycin resistant strep throat? The guilt is worse than Jewish/Catholic guilt that mothers for generations have been dolling out upon their poor children.

The next morning, your throat hurts like it did earlier in the week. A faint tickling that could be anything, really. How were you supposed to know it would blossom into the most horrible disease known to 21st century man? Praying that it’s not too late, you develop a plan of attack for these pills. First, they are never to be taken with big meals. Ever. Second, they can only be taken on a stomach that has been prepped with a shot of Mylanta, some cereal or toast with honey, and then followed up with milky tea with lots of honey. Something about the high amounts of dairy any honey just coat the stomach, and leave it feeling only a little bit grumbly. Thirdly, one must keep really chill. As in Death Cab For Cutie calm. Stoner calm. Just laid back and not moving too fast or getting too excited about anything.

So, here I am, waiting for the tea water to boil so I can have my after medication cup of tea. So far, so good – I’m two for two with the pills today, and I really hope to be able to finish the medication. I did miss one dose yesterday, so I’ll have an extra day with one dose left. Not really the biggest deal in the world. I am also planning on calling my regular doctor to see if she has any openings soon to fit me in. Switching my antibiotics would be the best, but now I have a way of coping with it. Yay for simple little wins. The keeping calm is the hardest part of the whole plan. I’ve never been the best with throwing up, so it’s not really a fear, just something that makes me nervous. I’m trying not to actively think about it in terms of myself and my body. Just sitting here, listening to the Owl City station on Pandora, which has a surprising amount of Death Cab for Cutie, and drinking tea.

I think I might work on some more of “Tell all the Truth but tell it slant”, the next story in my wacked out Harry Potter alternate universe. I’m thinking of naming it “The True Verse”, but Truth!verse has a lovely ring to it as well. Honestly, I don’t really have to think about that until I have more than two stories posted. Probably once I get out three stories, a couple drabbles, and a few fan mixes. (Yes, I am making fan mixes for each of the stories. They are about ten songs each. Yes, I do realize what a huge geek I am.)

But, I think knitting may occupy the rest of my morning until the Super Bowl. I’m still working on Laminaria from Knitty, and I have swatched out the yarn I’m going to use for my Jared Flood style of lace done in cushy wool on huge needles version of the shawl. There is a bit more math involved with just how much yarn I’m going to use, but I’m toying with the idea of using the odds and ends of the black and olive/gold yarn I have with stripes of hot pink. Oh yeah, that’ll look hot. On second thought… I think I’m going to swatch that color combination and see if it’s horrible or not. It’ll cut down on the amount of yarn I’ll have to buy! Always a win.

In other, kind of scary news, Live Journal is turning ten, and I have had a journal with the site for six years. Yes, this journal has been my home on the internet ever since I was really bored at 9:08 on March 2nd. I posted three entries that day, each more insipid then the last. But hey! It was middle school. I’m sure if I found your journals from middle school, you’d sound pretty insipid and angsty as well.

I’ve now officially hit 1,310 words for this entry, so I think it’s time to call it quits. I’m way over my target of 500, but I think we’ll keep the bar low. At least until I’m out of the words on this whole strep thing. (1,363 words now, but whatever. You get the point, dear Internet.)

Entry title shamelessly ripped from Coastal Cities, The Secret Handshake.


So close, and yet so far away.

It's offical. I only have to complete 3.58 more bloody hours before I have my shiny new diploma. It's kind of shitty, because if I had only gone the the one Saturday I skiped in the month of January, then I would've been done today. The second. Groundhog's Day. The day after Imbolc. Oh, well. That's just how the cookie crumbles. I'm still graduating well before my projected graduation date of 6 Febraury, so there is no danger of me hitting overtime. Which is made of win, because I seriously do not have the eight dollars an hour or whatever it is now to pay just for the pleasure of being there. I don't even want to think about the amount of over time fees the girls who are there upwards of three years have to pay, but it has to be more then what they paid in tuition in the first place!

Right now, I'm sitting in Panara's, sipping a black coffee and tring to drum up the will power to walk the remaining mile to my house. It doesn't help that I am dragging a metric shit ton of crap from both my lockers at school. All that is left there is one manniquienne head, a manniquienne head stand, my text book, nail kit, artifical nail kit, a box of clips, clippers, and floor kit. Basically, all the heavy crap. I think I'm going to have to bring my back pack to school to put most of my stuff in there to shelp home. Luckily, I'll have three hours to do it, and still get home early. Well, earlier.

I am excited for the end to be so near, but it hasn't really hit me yet. Then again, it's not like I was overly emotional at my high school graduation, why should this one be any differnt? I'm more freaking out about getting a job, passing my boards, getting a driver's licence, and maybe moving in with Boyfriend. Gah. That's a lot of life style changing events all rolled into one sentance. Luckily, the moving in will happen in the fall, summer at the earlist. If at all. A lot could change. I hope it doesn't, but it could. Nothing ever stays the same.

Like my whole wanting to write 1,500 words a day. That started out as a fairly insane desire to write a novel in a month! (I'm fairly sure I'm at least 1,000 words into my 1,500 words per day at this point, but we'll have to verrify with Microsoft Word.). Not to say that this idea is any less insane, but I might have a fighting chance. For one - less pressure!

I would really like to see more people joining me on my 1,500 words per day. I might start a Twitter page, or a LiveJournal community. Or maybe I'll just keep at it and whoever wants to join in, can. I'll try and keep my pimping to a minium, but if even one person desides to do the same thing on their blog, I don't think I'll be able to contain myself!

Really have to leave now, will most likely post later with total word count for the day. In fact, if it's less then 1,500 total words, I'll have to post again to make up the differnce!


Last Full Day of School

Here it is, at long last - the last full day of school left at Schiling-Douglas School of Hair Design. It's been 11 long, hard months full of ups, downs, and everything in between. It's as thrilling as it is scary, and tomorrow - my last day of school - will be even worse.

So, as I tremble on the edge of a new life, full of things I never thought I would be able to do a year ago, I am issuing a challange to myself and the internet at large. It's fairly simple, if also a bit crazy. Could you write over 1,500 words a day for the next year?

Could you? Have you ever tried?

I got this idea from the nerve racking, tear indusing, and tempory contagious screaming insanity that is National Novel Writing Month. In that, one must write 50,000 words of a novel in one month. That breaks down to about 1,666 words per day. But, all 50,000 words have to be obe, full story, with a beginning, middle, and end.

Since eigth grade, I have always tried this, and every year, I end up writing more words on my blog, then on the actuall story. I think I even got to the insane word count on my scratch document, where I was mainly ranting about what a stupid idea the whole thing was. (That was the only year I counted myself a winner.)

So, a new thought has been rolling around in my mind, forming somewhere between last NaNoWriMo, and seeing the film Julie & Julia, in which blogs are a major plot point. What if, instead of a story, one just bloged 1,666 words every day for a month? The idea fell by the wayside, what with school, kung fu, Frightland, a new boyfriend, and a thousand other distractions.

So, you maybe asking - why start now? What is it about Groundhog's Day that has spurred this wanting to start a somewhat ludricis challange of writing over 1,500 words per day? Well, if you would remember from the top of the post, this is my last full day of school. It seems like a good time to start something new and exciting. Also, this next year will be one of the most interesting, and I would like to have some kind of record of it. Lastly, I've been wanting to do this for a while, and if not now - when?

(I really wish that LiveJournal had a word count function, because I always loose track around 200 words... Ah, c'est la vie! This looks like around 500 words. I'll count later.)

I think for part of my days, I'll write some fiction. Some orginal, some fan fiction. Maybe have a short story Sunday or something. Hell, that might turn into a novel over the coarse of the 52 weeks of the year! Maybe not though, as it would take a lot of thought. I'll probably also take full advantage of the Writer's Block prompts on LiveJournal for Writer's Block Wednesday or Monday. Thrusdays will continue to be Things I Love Thrusday from Gala Darling's iCiNG. I'll think more about the little weekly things to do, but I don't want to have too many that'll stiffle the shear word count of it all.

TTFN! It's time to start the day.