Day 7: Friday: I think we stayed in. I wrote 413 words.
Day 8: Saturday: I wrote 0 words. 😦 And we stayed in. Again. I don’t mind, and it’s actually partially my fault (I go to bed too late), but my mom’s getting annoyed. Why? Because…
Day 9: Sunday: Today we were supposed to go out. I don’t think that’s gonna happen any more. It’s 1pm.
- Harriet the Spy: Blogs Wars: Meh.
- I rewatched The Virgin Suicides.
- And that’s it. I need to convince my family to watch Clash of the Titans (1981 version) with me.
- I am reading “My Soul to Save” by Rachel Vincent, even though I should finish reading “Lolita”, “The Sweet Far Thing” and “A Forest of Hands and Teeth” *is an idiot sometimes*.
I have weird dreams
As per usual, I don’t even know where to start. Something about a guy and a girl, then he can’t find the girl and it turns out he imagined her. And he shoots her in the forehead. Then she reappears, has a scar on her forehead from the bullet. She’s now real, I think.
Then there was something with slides and tunnels and water and snakes. Oddly enough, I think I’ve had that dream before.
Then I was in some shopping center and then someone was chasing a friend and me. And the friend decided to carry me on her shoulders. Eventually we lost the guy chasing us and we sat down on a couch to watch TV. In the middle of the shopping center. And we hid under a sheet when he got close to finding us.
See what I mean by weird dreams?
Word count as it is now: 40271
Word count as I want it by tonight: 40 771.