Snowpocalypse

Guys.
I was born in California. I was raised in the desert.
I was not made ready for a foot of snow.

I used to have a car.
Now I have a block of ice and snow.
I used to have -- well, no, I haven't had sanity in a long time. But I used to at least be able to keep myself amused for more than ten seconds. Snow has destroyed this. I just keep looking outside and thinking 'Oh, you suck.'
Though, actually, everything is sparkly, which is slightly awesome.
However, on the upside, I've been able to read. For instance, this book?

Dude. Very good. There's this weird, epic quality about it. And there was a moment at the end that totally gave me goosebumps. Also, they have snow. Lots of it. And they lived.
Well. Some of them.
^_^

Also, I am now obsessed by Big Bang Theory. 

Because, really. Smart is always sexy. Just ask my debate team.

...Oh, holy monkeys. Bad example. Let's look at this instead.

ZOMG, look, SNOW!

Meh. More later. If the snow hasn't swallowed me.

Not fond of this sick thing

I admit it. I've been kind of blase about the whole swine flu thing. And yeah, I probably don't have that. (Note that the doctor's said probably. I didn't even think about it until she said something like 96% chance not. Thank you for that four percent chance.)
But holy monkeys, the normal flu this year? It is bad.
On one hand, though, I've been working on revisions a LOT. I thought it would be easy. Cut, chop, be done.
No.
Very wrong. Everything ties so well together that by cutting three chapters, I have to add in other place, and cut in other places, and basically sew it together.
I do like it better now, though.
I'm cutting long, long wordy passages, and it kind of hurts. They're pretty, but they're boring. Kind of like some celebrities. I don't want my book to be a boring celebrity. I want it to be a Miley Cyrus.

Either you love her, or you hate her, but very rarely to people just give up bored. Also, she's remarkably pretty, and sparkly.
(Random note. It was kind of hard to find a good picture with clothes on, and no mean comments added.)
So, anyway. That's my two cents. Being sick stinks, and books should be like Miley Cyrus.
I think I'm on too much medication.