I feel like I have lost my writing soul.

It's my senior year. I've started and ended my first serious relationship, gotten into my "busy semester", and my instrument is in repair.

And there's this guy...

Yes, that old story.

DAMN IT! I cannot deal with this stress right now. I graduate in two months and frankly, the world seems to be crashing down and expanding all at the same time. Out with the old and in with the new, eh?

I remember when I could just shuck out novels (albeit, crappy immature ones) and now it's like I can't write anything longer than six pages.

I know there's people who have it a lot worse and that I probably sound like a typical spoiled little high school brat. But nobody ever seems to think I am capable of having problems (except my family, who think I have too many). There's no one to talk to, and no one I want to talk to, because in high school, there is no such thing as a secret.

I also know that this is probably hormonal, but right now I feel all angsty and self-pitying. T__T I am emo. Waahr.

As of yesterday, the second chapter of Stalemate, my ficathon submission, is up. Just another place to shamelessly plug; I swear, I was a drain in another life.

Christmas is in just three days now.

I already did all my shopping yesterday. ^-^ Target was packed. There were all these kids screaming, "TOYS! MOMMY!!1 I WANT TOYS!!" and the moms were like robots, "Put that down. You can't have that. Let's look at clothes." -_- It was . . . the holidays. I got my sister some Sanrio notebooks, Tamagotchi charms, and cherry 7-up lipgloss. My brother got $20 from each of us to buy a game of his choice (T or below)

LOL - I'm such a terrible person to shop for, 'cause I don't ask for anything. And my hobbies are always changing.

Relatives/friends: O__O;; I thought you said you liked gaming?

Me: Eheh. I do . . . but I'm into SCRAPBOOKING now! *brandishes rhinestones and stickers*

Relatives/friends: *animefall* XD

Christmas list:

Paper Mario II
Nickelback CD
Membership to Runescape
flute tune-up?!?