Oh, wow, I need some excitement.

Today was, as I guess anyone who has read more than one post this month can imagine, a rather boring and non-eventful day. It involved looking for Strawberry Hill Wine because my brother wanted it, and my mother getting annoyed that I think Strawberry Hill Wine is "funny." It's not funny, it's just I know my brother doesn't read and therefore doesn't understand Strawberry Hill's effect on popular culture, and neither of them know what a Nerdfighter is.

My Mother's car is broken, so I now either have to go everywhere with her, or let her drive my car, and seeing how she isn't going to put gas in my car either way I might as well go. She gets highly annoyed with my taste in music and likes to change my station or switch CD's and not change them back which is, rude? annoying? something anyway. I always change it back, it's just the right thing to do. I feel it's in the best interest of my sanity when I turn my car on to make sure nothing happens, and the Bonnie Gruesen/ Hermione Granger sings "Coolest Bitch on Earth God Damn it" every time I turn on my car, you know, strictly for self esteem purposes.

Anyways, I am currently listening exclusively to Team StarKid music in my car, I have manged to sneak some music not written by Darren Criss into the rest of my life. It's a slow process, but I did miss Pete Townsend and Scar from the Lion King (don't judge, Be Prepared is the #1 song on my Ipod, even after listening to the StarKid album for almost 3 week straight). As we get to the store the Cho Chang song plays and my mother says "This song is stupid Skinny doesn't even come close to rhyming with Cho Chang." Yes, mother, that is, in fact, the whole point of the song.

I know I listen to ridiculous music, I don't need you to tell me that it's stupid because you don't see the point. Don't make me explain the Harry Potter Musical to you AGAIN. Just shhh, I don't complain about whatever stupid music you play when you're driving.

Have I ever mentioned I hate living here? Yes? Okay, just checking.

In other things, Thank you Rachel and Hannah for your comments on yesterday posts. :) *Interwebz Hugz* It really does help my lack of self everything to know that are people that think I'm a little bit awesome, even if I don't see it anymore.

I promise I will try to be less annoying and 15 year-old girl like, and do something awesome by the end of this month that is worth blogging about. That is my promise to the rest of the BEDA-ers.

ALSO! I made this!!

I am very proud of it. :)

AND THAT IS THE END OF THE STORY

Today is awesome for the same reason yesterday was awesome, except there is a new video. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=dyBiOBVnukc No singing in this one, but some pseudo-break dancing. Wizarding God I love this Improv troupe SO MUCH.

Books read: 35

Currently reading Twenty Boy Summer by Sarah Ockler

And on Friday, Nothing Happened.

Seriously, I have to be the single most boring 23 year old in the world.

I can imagine all the other cool people going out on Friday night, drinking, or clubbing, or watching {Harry Potter} movies with a large group of friends, or just hanging out. I honestly can't remember the last time I did something on a Friday night that wasn't sitting alone in my room. This saddens me greatly.

It's not like I don't want to go out, have fun, met people, have friends, but it's like, I don't know how to do that, or I'm afraid. It's been so long since I've been able to meet someone IRL and be friends with them. The friends I had in college kind of came to me I guess, it's a weird story. I've never been good at making friends, and I suck even worse at keeping them. Every time I'm around a group of people I hear the words of my former best friend saying "You're just to weird to even fucking exist." This was something she used to say all the time. Looking back I have no idea why we were friends in the first place, but whatever. It's become a kind of self fulfilling prophecy. I heard it so many times that I didn't bother to try anymore.

I guess I'm just tired of feeling sorry for myself. I'm sick of being the person that no one talks to because they think I'm weird. Yes, I'm incredibly socially awkward, but no, there's really nothing I can do about it. I mean, I'm less awkward than I was a year ago, I can actually look at people when I talk to them now! Getting away from that girl was probably the best thing I ever did for myself. No, she wasn't the reason for most of my social problems, but she wasn't exactly helping either.

I really don't want this post to be about her.

I'm tired of being that person. I'm tired of being the background but I don't know how to make it so that I'm in the spotlight. I hate yelling "Hey Look At Me!" but I feel like I might have to. Maybe that's what I have to do to be noticed or liked or at least not ignored.

Anyway, sorry for the "poor me" post, I'll do my best to be less annoying and whiny. I'm not normally annoying and whiny, but in this first week of BEDA that seems to be the Deanna ya'll are getting, Sorry 'bout that.

As always, if you have weird questions, or anything like that I would love to answer them tomorrow. Thank you guys for reading. :)

AND THAT IS THE END OF THE STORY
today is awesome because I figured out how to get the video from my camera onto youtube, and I posted THIS video of Stranger Than Fiction. It's a really funny song about Rainbows and Square dancing :)

Books read 35
currently reading: 20 Boy Summer by Sarah Ockler

Annoyed

Have you ever been just so annoyed with something that it eats away at you, but you can't talk about it because everyone thinks you're over reacting to a little thing that most likely didn't mean anything? Then you want to write about it in your blog, but you can't because the wrong person might read it and get mad (I've had this happen before, make sure you lock blog entries about how annoying you're roommate is).

The thing is I'm pissed about something, but I can't talk about because know one is home, and if they were they wouldn't care and the person I want to talk to is the problem.

asgfashgqewiutwiuwg <- frustration

In other news, Harry Potter and the Half Blood Prince was awesome!!!!!
Maybe not awesome!!!!! but at least not as sucky as I thought it was going to be. It would get an excesses expectations on it's OWLS.

And that is the end of the story

complaining, cuz that's what I do best.

I am writing a novel, link here: http://www.webook.com/project/From-the-Center-of-Our-Universe

I'm partly doing it for a class I'm taking, but I also really love this story idea so I've been building on it. I think it's working out nicely. I have 14 posted chapters and a prologue on webook. I suggest you check it out and leave comments. I enjoy criticism.

However, I do not enjoy this kind of criticism: one that tells me that the entire point of my novel (What you miss in a person's eyes if you only look at how pretty they are and not what they are trying to say) is over stated because I talk about eyes too much. THIS IS THE EFFIN' POINT OF THE WHOLE EFFIN' NOVEL. But apparently symbols and motifs aren't good literature now-a-days.

ALSO on my edited draft the teacher circled the words "dirty blond" and wrote cliche. WTF is cliche about a hair color? I'll tell you: nothing, because its a hair color, not a cliche. hqityietyurweit <- that is anger.

I can understand saying "He appeared to weigh 98 pounds soaking wet," is cliche, because it is, but what he doesn't see, is that the story is being told through the eyes of a, yes fairly bright, but still, 17 year old girl. I have to be in her world and speak like she speaks to make the story work, I can't say ridiculously profound things every other sentence because people don't speak that way, especially 17 year old girls.

I'll have more to complain about on Thursday after class when I read more. Because he's going to be annoyed with the symbolism of the whole seen and how I only have a name for one chapter and feel the need to keep it that way.