Whelp, once again I have managed to out-do myself on the failure front during November. I'm getting a serious case of senioritis (ironic cuz I'm not a senior), I've gotten even fewer words Nano-wise than last year, and I'm tanking on gift ideas to knit for the family coming over. I have truly outdone myself. Brava, brava.

Anyhoo, like I said I'm running out of steam here. I'm not sure whether I'm just getting teenage listlessness or becoming depressed. Every since my coach ruined volleyball for me, I've been in this funk and I can't do anything. Write, draw, read, the works! All I can do is knit which, while productive and semi-comforting, does nothing for my level of intelligence. I feel stupid just rereading that last sentence.

My grandmother is here. Which, I gotta admit, blows like no other. I'm not her favorite, she's not mine. She needs to baby people, I don't need to be babied. We're alike in many ways, but we just rub each other the wrong way. So, I'm stuck with my grandmother for thanksgiving holiday while my parents work. I'll just be glad that I can sleep for an immense and ridiculous amount of hours during the day. Here's to hoping she doesn't open my door and wake me up... Like she always does. Please note that my expectations aren't that high for her.

I'd like to throw something out there for Nano. If you get the chance, head over to the website (here: www.nanowrimo.org) and look at the About tab. Go to Donating When Broke and to the GoodSearch. To make up for my lack of words, I'm going to search for many things and send as many other people as I can to search for many things. Do your part and search. That is, if you read this... which I doubt. Damn, commentless much? Ah, who cares. I get to drama mama when I type. Perhaps it's because the laziness filter for my mouth doesn't extend to my fingers. Ah well. Later bitches.

BTW: Chola Girl is the shit. As is =xxkiriku for this kick-ass skin.