I'm blogging from a car that's going down the freeway. Don't worry, I'm not driving.

Doodles!

These are my doodles. I like black and white, not because I hate colors, but because it's just easier and also it kind of matches my blog background.

P.S.  I listen to Disney music as  I make 'em.

I am sending this from my cell phone. Is this even possible? I doubt the technology. Will it just post? Will it have a title? What the heck?


MORE: Good crap it worked!  That is amazing! I can make blog posts from anywhere! What if I blogged from really neat places, like an elevator or even the middle of a store in the mall? The possibilities are endless!


MORE: I wonder how long I can make a post from my phone?

All-Nighter...?

I had planned to stay up all night long last night to get caught up on my NaNo novel (http://www.nanowrimo.org/ ). I had pumpkin chocolate chip cookies and hot chocolate and a blanket and I was all pumped and ready...!

I collapsed at one in the morning.

I can't do it. I love sleep too much.

I remember my last moments before I finally succumbed and crawled into bed: my head was on the keyboard and chocolate-y drool was coming out of my mouth as I desperately tried to keep my eyes open. I had given up typing by then. I was lost in despair. My breathing was heavy and ragged. I kept thinking that I was going to die right then and there, and I couldn't even muster up some energy to die with dignity.

My dad came up from downstairs and saw me in my sad, sad state. In a voice that would scare death itself, he said, "What. Are. You. Doing."

I squeaked a little bit. "Pulling an All-Nighter?"

Blink. Blink. "What?"

Whimper. "An...All-Nighter?"

He glared at me. "You do know it's past one o' clock in the morning, right?"

I nodded, eager to please him now that the death and anger had left his voice.

"And you know you have to wake up and babysit in the morning. Right?"

"Yeah..."
"Okay. As long as you know." He then went into the bathroom.

At this point I decided that he was right. I was exhausted and I wasn't getting anything done. So I climbed into my bed. My bedroom is like ice. The walls radiate coldness. I shiver and shiver until I fall asleep. It's a good thing that I have an electric blanket or I would probably freeze to death. But actually probably not because I'm a survivor.

A Blizzard

Snow had been falling thick and fast since last night. The wind was blowing and it was so cold in my room because guess what our only heat is a few fireplaces that are no where near my room. So I just crank up the heat and pile on the blankets and survive because I am a survivor.

A few days ago there was no snow at all and now it's almost covering our fence. A small fence, but a fence none the less. I made a home-made hot chocolate mix because there is no way in the world that we are going to survive this day, trapped inside, freezing, without hot chocolate. There's just no way.

Also, tomorrow we have to drive three hours to pick up some cousins for Thanksgiving but how can we when we can't even drive out of the driveway without getting stuck?

I have a feeling it's going to be a cold, wet, miserable winter.

Pass the hot chocolate and the blankets.