It's this blasted puberty.

If anyone can learn to control it, Artemis Fowl can.

Wednesday, November 30

So, what should we talke about? This blog needed a new post, so Here.

Oh, and I am basically dead with NaNo. 29,632 words so far, and I don't think that I'll be finished by midnight, but at least I'll know what it's like. I will win next year, I promise.

Thursday, November 10

Contra-airy to everthing...

There is a contra dance this Saturday at the old Cove Creek school, be there or be cubic...