The worst thing in the world is to try to sleep and not to.
-F. Scott Fitzgerald
C A M P
You know, I think we really confused Pedro the Donkey right there. That kid's name was Kianu, I think, or something like that. It definitely sounded like the way I spelled it, but if he reads this some day and is all pissy because I didn't spell it right, feel free to correct me. I'll change it. Or something. Anyway, he was sleeping in that water trough, and Pedro goes clomping over there for a drink and I swear, nearly jumped out of his skin when he saw there was a kid in there. So funny...
He didn't get up for a while, either. I wonder if the algae-infested water got to his head or something. Or maybe, you know, the logical conclusion would be that he was just tired. Camp is pretty tiring. It took so much effort to not put 'I'm not gonna lie,' right there. I'm so proud of myself - I didn't.
Today's character will be different. I enjoy blogging about my day in someone else's personality, actually. I didn't realize how entertaining it was until I read over yesterday's blog. It kind of made me giggle a bit.
Writing is making good progress. I pulled up something I started a... while ago, and I read over it. The basic plot isn't too bad - so I have to think about how I can work with it. I might change the characters all around, though. I don't like most of them. And that is definitely a problem. I can't write with characters I don't like.
Plus there is the fact that it's like, two years old, and my writing sucked. Huh. I'll pull that back out and try to edit it. Plus, my fanfiction is making great progress. If anyone reads D.Gray Man, this is Lee Isidor speaking. Anyway, I Spy is making progress, finally. And so is BoD. And also ST. Speaking of ST, chapter eleven is nearly almost done. I just have to wrap up the last scene - and it's already 5.3k plus, thank you - and then it'll be done. Heee. C:
So now it's time for me to blog about my day in a character persona. I'm excited about this one...
M I A U ?
I hate rain. I don't usually hate a lot of things, but I really, really dislike the rain. My sisters always complain about how it ruins their hair, but I just don't like to be cold. When I forget my umbrella, it soaks my jeans, and then I stay wet and cold and miserable all day. Which really, really sucks. I don't think I can emphasize how much it sucks.
Today was crap. I don't want to use a stronger word than that, because this goes on the internet for everyone to see and read, and cursing in general makes me uncomfortable, but today really was crap. I had a quiz or test or almost quiz slash test in every single class. The Spanish quiz was easy, though. It's what we speak at home, most of the time. Sometimes I think my mom won't speak to me in any other language. She's so strange.
Anyway, first thing after that Spanish test was a practice AP exam. Spanish 5 isn't all that difficult, I will admit, but the practice exam kind of put me to sleep. It was really boring. Except, there was one poem we had already read - called 'Lo Fatal,' and it's a good poem. Pretty short, too. That's why it was the easiest one on the test.
Then I went to comm apps and sat through a bunch of speeches. We had a quiz in there too - only it took me a good thirty seconds to circle the answers and turn it in. It was an 'SAT Vocab-Building Quiz,' but I thought it was just easy. Then I traipsed off to English and was slaughtered by the Paradise Lost quiz. I thought I understood it, but when they called up obscure quotes, I felt a little confused. Okay, it was a lot confused. I was just confused.
Then I went to environmental science and took a ridiculously easy test. It was pretty nice. And then I went to statistics to prepare for a test tomorrow that will also slaughter me, same with orchestra.
But Friday was better. I only had one test - in statistics - and it didn't slaughter me like I thought it would. It was actually okay. Huh. And we didn't have to do our playing test in orchestra, which was another added bonus. Friday was good.
So now, here it is, Saturday morning. I have had this blog up for three days, which is a little ridiculous. I have to go, though - mom is yelling at me to get down and make breakfast. Sometimes I wonder if any of my family is ever going to learn how to cook for themselves...
So, uh, adios blog.
H M M M . . .
That was no lie, actually. I really have had this thing open for like three freaking days. I meant to finish it yesterday, but I just didn't have time, so here I am, clacking away at these keys. I enjoy blogging, actually. It's starting to grow on me...
But! I really do have stuff to do today, so I'm gonna get out of here.
PEACE.
-Lee
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