And if you don't know what I'm talking about, go away. Jk. >.>
I'm just hyper because I'm syched for what's going to happen in 40 minutes. 40 fricken minutes! *dies* Time's going by sooooo slowly!

So, what's happening then is.... NaNoWriMo starts! I can start writing! I don't have to keep my little plot bunnies locked up in my head!

*screeches to halt*
What's NaNoWriMo, you say? Why, only the most craziest thing I've ever done in my life.
It stands for National Novel Writing Month, where you have the 30 days of November to write a 50,000 word novel. The math: 50,000 words/30 days=1667 words/day. Otherwise I fail. Epically.

So...
Yeah.

I'm not going to be on much, if at all, in November. And I haven't been on much atm anyway, considering I'm grounded and am only on because my dad went to his fiance's place like an hour ago and hasn't returned. My siblings are spending the night at their friends after trick-or-treating with them. (I was stuck at home giving out candy because my dad says I'm too old. 16 IS NOT TOO OLD. YOU'RE NEVER TOO OLD. *dies*) So I'm sitting in an empty house entertaining myself by playing with the thought of actually looking at my 288 deviations I've got from all the people I watch *dies again*

I'll stop writing this now, so I can actually see about doing something with my life before NaNo kills me (for a third time o.O) ...

And yay! This took up another ten minutes. Now there's only 30 left!