Procrastination + More Pictures! :D

Yep. Sooo right now I should be revising my novel HERS.

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Aaaand I'm here. I guess you know why I'm here. I iz procrastinating. Revising, I'm telling you, is not easy. DD: I just want to palm my novel off to the Novel Fairy, make it wave its magic revising fairy dust, then hand me back my new, totally awesome novel. So I could finally start a new writing project: a book I call Stuff: Because I Can't Come Up with a Better Name. (It's just a random jumble of rants, comics, quizzes, legit advice, and interactive pages. Kind of like this blog. *shrugs*)

BTW, I haven't been posting for a while because it was a busy couple of days. I went on national TV just yesterday.

i obviously was supposed to blog the other day. and obviously messed up the font.

It was no biggie really. We were interviewed on homeschooling on a morning talk show and my mom did most of the speaking. Being on TV is actually not that bad o____o. At least, it's less nerve-wracking than being onstage. Except I did kind of feel like I was onstage since my grandma called up our relatives to watch the interview.

i also went to a makeup room for the first time

makeup feels awesome :D

Anyway, while I was procrastinating, I made you guys a bunch of Weird Facts About Me. (I'm kind of one of those people who actually do something productive when they procrastinate - they just don't do what they're supposed to. -.-)

Despite being a singer, I actually don't know a lot of songs because I don't really bother listening to new music. I'm fine with my playlist of outdated yet catchy songs. (I still listen to You Belong with Me. .___.) However, the songs that I do try out listening are those mainstream pop/country/rock-and-roll songs.

I mean, not saying that I'd prefer mainstream over indie; for me, as long as a song is good, it's good, period. Or that I feel bad about my taste in music. (I have a pretty good musical tongue, thank you very much. :I) Buuut...I would like to diversify and try something new. :>

I wish I could say I made this up, buuuut I didn't. ;___; My family tried to get me off high chairs for years, but I was a pretty stubborn kid. Still am. (lol?) If it wasn't for the strange coincidence that the restaurants we went to were out of high chairs for quite some time and made me get used to regular chairs, I would probably still be on high chairs right now.

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Oh gum. The mental image of that is so humiliating XDD

And before you ask, I dunno why either. I just feel like I can't breathe when I'm on a fluffy pillow. o___o Just imagine that:

*I iz in hotel when I flop on the bed*

Me: Aaaaah -∇-

Hotel Guy: I'm glad you like it, Ma'am. :D Now if you'll excuse me I'll-

*suddenly sits up and squishes the pillow*

Hotel Guy: Ma'am? Is there a problem? :/

*I lie down, sit up, squish it again, then try to lie comfortably*

Hotel Guy: Ma'am?

Me: Do you have any less fluffy pillows? :I

Hotel Guy: Excuse me?

Me: I mean, any flatter ones? Less puffy? The flat things that are poor excuses for pillows?

Hotel Guy: You'd rather...sleep on those...than luxurious fluffy ones? ._.

Me: I guess so :I

Hotel Guy: .___. Uh...sure....I'll get you some...Ma'am....

Me: Yep, thanks man. :D

Hotel Guy: weirdo -.-

Mmm. So that's it for today, I guess. Unless I feel the call of the Procrastination Fairy calling me again.

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I have got to stop making up weird fairies. ._. 

Peace out. :>