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Ohh, that's excellent, their captive maiden! Hee! Gosh, golly, yeah - if you don't have a gang to hang wth, Halloween sucks and is nothing but cheap lollipops and Fun Size Snickers. Blehh...so much sugar...I had carrot cake, almond joys, snickers, starbursts, butterfingers...yuck. I feel so crappy! I wish we had some yogurt so I could combat all the sugar in my body. Today I vow to drink lots of water, work out, and eat good, wholesome, non-sugary things!

Do we get to know what your novel is about, Bet-C? Do you think you'll put it in your port if you deem it worthy of such?

I remember last November when you were trying to write a novel for NaNo - wasn't it about Mae? I don't think you much liked it, though I found it fascinating and magnetic, from what I remember.

I keep wishing I'd write a story. I have ideas, though they're all snippets, fragments of my imagination. If I would write a story, it would look like a sheet of glass made of tiny shards glued together. Kind of cool, huh?

Hell, maybe I'll just bust out and write something for NaNo one year. Maybe I'll just let loose and start something today, this week, next month!

Oh, God, Alexa, did I tell you what I did? What heinous crime I've done unto myself?! I...I...

I cut my hair! Aggghh! Just, like, 1/8 inch. I was spacing out in music class and looking at the ends of my hair, and I realized, to my horrow that the split ends ha traveled up the strand and my hair was breaking. When I would brush it, the ends would get so frazzled and fried and weak that I had to take action. I did it myself - just kind of used a makeshift ruler and trimmed the ends. It feels much better now. Ahh.

But now I'm 1/8 inch behind on getting my hair to my hip bones. Sigh. The perils of hair, eh?!

"I am a seed in the slippery, silent, blind, breathless dark. I have no nose or mouth, ears or eyes to see. Just a skin of satin black and a secret green dream deep inside"