NaNoWriMo

UGH I still cannot figure out how to put up a NaNoWriMo widget on this blog, so I guess I'll just have to do it this way: I'VE WRITTEN 34316 WORDS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Which is surprisingly above par as of today, but I'm seriously out of ideas...
But this is a writing blog and I have to post WRITING, but NaNoWriMo is seriously sucking every last drop of writing inspiration in me.
And I do not want to share the novel I'm writing for NaNoWriMo...it sucks way too much. I am very ashamed of it.

So here's a little quickwrite-ish thing that I thought of a few minutes ago when staring blankly at the computer screen, with no new ideas for my novel. Kindly excuse the horrible grammar and way too many sentences starting with "I" and "the."

  I stood on the wet concrete deck of the swimming pool, the tips of my toes just barely hanging over the edge of the deck. The surface of the pool was still and unbroken, dancing with hundreds of shades of gorgeous blue. The deck created a short shadow about two or three feet, making the water a beautiful turquoise. Staring down at the clean tile at the bottom of the twelve-foot pool, I envisioned myself plunging into the cool, glorious water.

 I looked at the other side of the pool, where there were several men and women holding stopwatches and chatting amongst themselves. Then, directly disobeying my coach, I sneaked a peek on both sides of me, checking out the seven girls that were my competition.

             Suddenly, a long, shrill whistle pierced the noisy air, and I took the cue. Standing atop the white diving board, I made sure my goggles were tight for the millionth time, and peered at the other girls again. A familiar swarm of frantic butterflies flapped in my stomach.

A mechanical-sounding man’s voice stated, “Swimmers, take your marks.” I positioned my back leg, and lined the toes of my front leg up with the edge of the board as I had done so many times before. Then, leaning over to grasp the edge of the board, I took a deep breath. The edge of the hard, wet plastic felt familiar under my fingers. I bent my head down low, staring at the serene water, focusing on the spot I wanted to dive into.

The spilt second the all-too familiar sound of the buzzer hit my ears, I pushed off the board with my legs, assembled my arms in a tight streamline, and broke the surface of the cold water with a splash.

 

Vacations

I've been on a lot of vacations. Like, seriously, A LOT.
In the USA alone I've been to LAX, San Francisco, a lot of other places in California, Lake Tahoe, Seattle, Las Vegas, Grand Canyon, Hawaii (Maui, Lahaina, Kihie, Honolulu) Alaska, Washington DC, Florida (Orlando, Miami, Everglades), NYC, Maine, Texas, New Mexico.....and more.
I've been to Montreal and Quebec, Banff and Vancouver...that's Canada.
I've been to Cancun, Mexico City, Riveria Maya, and other places in Mexico.
In South America I've been to Brazil. My mom said we might visit the Andes mountains and explore the old Incan civilization a little further east.
Europe... France (Paris!), Germany, Switzerland, Italy (Rome and Venice!), Great Britain (London), and Spain (Madrid, Barcelona), Greece.
Egypt in Africa, and I've also been to Madagascar and a bit of mainland Australia.
But there's one place I've never been.........................
Asia.
My family isn't remotely Asian, and I guess we just never thought about going.
Which, now I think about it, is pretty stupid since a lot of places like India and China are a lot more worth visiting than a kiwi farm in Nebraska. Which, btw, is a pretty boring place to go.

But today.....just like ten minutes ago, when we were eating dinner (totally offtopic but did you know some people eat dinner at four pm? crazy!!!) my mom said that in the 2013 summer I-not we, I- was going to SHANGHAI. CHINA. For a whole entire monthhhhhh.....the exact dates TBD. Just me, all by my little own self. JUST. ME. ALL. ALONE. Well not exactly....my mom's best friend (one of em) is Chinese and she takes her daughter to China every summer. THEN said Chinese mother offered to take me along for the trip and THEN my mother had to go and AGREE.
We'll be staying in an apartment with some relative of that family. Only two people live there-a Chinese girl who is in eighth grade like me and her grandma. (My mom's best friend's daughter is in seventh grade.)
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA
HHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH
!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

"Oh, Audrey, it'll be such a good experience!" says my mom and I'm like *scornful face* "Yeah right." Mom: Oh, Audrey, stop complaining, I wish I were in your position!" and I'm just like "Great! You can go instead of me!" my mom: "Audrey, really, you should be glad you have this wonderful oppurtunity!" Me: "So when was being shipped halfway across the world all by yourself when you were only 13 a wonderful oppurtunity?"

And I'm not just going there on vacation....ohhhhh nooooooo......
I've been signed up for some diamond authentication class. I don't really know what it's called but they teach you how to tell fake gems from real.
That sounds hard to learn if it's being taught to me in ENGLISH.
But this is a CHINESE class, and I don't know a single word in Chinese except for "ni hao" which I don't know what the characters look like and I can't pronounce it right. Well actually I've never heard it pronounced by a Chinese speaker but I'm pretty much certain I'm not saying it right.

Majorly. Freaking. Out.

Hey Guys!

Helllooooo!!!!
(not that there's anyone who's actually reading this)
I've started a new blog, my writing blog =D.
Mostly you'll see free verse/haiku poems, short stories, and quickwrites.
I am participating in NaNoWriMo, and if I figure out how, there will soon be a widget showing my epic journey to 50,000 words.
That's about it, but I thought I ought to post some writing, seeing as this is a writing blog and all.

...and I've just spent ten minutes sitting at the computer, with nothing to write.
XD so excuse this horrendous piece of writing.

Magical

The wing of a fairy,

The cry of a nymph.

The song of a sylph,

The laugh of an elf.

The touch of a dwarf,

The grin of a gnome.

The cackle of a goblin,

The flight of a witch.

 

Yup, so it makes no sense, doesn't rhyme, has no meter, and in general sucks terribly.

That's basically how all my writing looks like.

 

I've always wondered... is peanut butter a solid or a liquid?