I actually did that 300 word challenge! Somehow. Imma post it at the end of this journal, even though I didn't make it Halloween angst, school, spirit, or any other specification. Wouldn't have turned it into that teacher anyway. Just wanted to have fun with it!

My toes are numb. *random moment* Darci and dad have decided to not turn on the heater till December. Darci (step mother) gets hot flashes a lot...she's comfortable in this temperature. My dad says not a word about it, he wears a jacket all the time anyway. I walk through the house, and I create the illusion of wind as I go--cold wind. i hate wind. >//< My blankets are stacked high, I don't take my shoes off, I wear huggle with a blankey around the house.

And my toes are numb.

*taps cold keyboard, thinking* Oh! I'm doing a penny drive to get some cash for my exchange. 500$ due November the 30th. *sighs* I have about fifty dollars. I have no idea what to write for the brochure thing Darci told me to write to pass out and get people to donate to my cause. I don't even know what words to start with, I'm so lost.

*fails* I can do this, I know, I just...someone give me a starting block. Pwease? Ideas? Spew them, spew! Brainstorm with me! I don't even know what slogan I should use or say what I intend to do in a foriegn country...I'm just so lost, and I feel like it's all important and the pressure is getting to me. What to write, so important, what to write? It's my ticket, literally, to the outside world. *feels like I'm going to write everything wrong*

Beyond that, I have copious amounts of homework, as usual. I'm procrastinating as of current, but I have a three day weekend (Nevada day, hehe) so Imma do homework tomorrow. Lots of homework.

I have to say, though, my social life's picked up. For some strange reason I can't understand. Who'd have thought I'd get a social life? Not as active as my party-hardy sister, but a social life all the same. Ya know, outside of school. Not that I mind hanging with my friends more often--if it wasn't for this drat homework pile... *mutters darkly*

Talked to my councilor. After this year I'll need three credit to graduate. I'll take senior English and Gov online, and then I have one elective course that needs filling. *sigh* Work, work, work. I can do it! I think...

Anywho, I think I'm about to see my breath. Before I go to hunt down some non-existent heat source, I'll let ya'll read my three hundred word. And a tag I got from Moonlight. XDD

~Catalyst

Getting Rid of the Evidence

My nose curled, and I looked with disdain at the stinking heap upheld by my straining arms. Something inside squelched at my fingertips, sucking my hand closer to the middle.

I felt such a wave of nausea and wondered, once again, if this thing would be able to swallow me whole—despite its thin layer of protection between me and it.

Speaking of thin layers…was it getting slimmer? I tugged my hand out of the thing, taking note that the black cover between me and it was strained to a point of tearing. Almost.

I tottered painfully on, twisting and straining in an awkward dance around the thick clutter strewn about my hazardous floor.

Out of the very corner of my eye, I spotted something twitch between shadows, “Get gone!” I demanded, hearing it squirm into deeper darkness, “You don’ want me to catch you wonna these days, do ya?!”

For a reason unfathomable to my roommate, every time I talked to our resident pest I took on the strangest accent. It was quite simple. The rat heard me speak through our thin walls everyday—if he hears my voice in a different way, he knows it’s me addressing him.

Shoving the reminder to acquire some d-CON to a later date, I finally got to the door. Grappling with the knob under the filthy thing I was carrying, I resorted to kicking the metal exit until it fell open.

Outside in the sweltering heat, I pushed open the lid and unceremoniously let it drop in. With a strangled thud something in it exploded and a bit of red gushed out of the top. I sneezed and turned around to make my way back through the garage, mumbling grotesque swears—towards it and our rodent.

The trash had been taken out.

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Tag from:


1.Post these rules
2.Each tagged person must post 8 things about themselves on their journal
3.At the end you have to choose 8 people to tag,and post their icons on he same journal
4.Go to their page and send a message saying you tagged them
5.No tag-backs

1. I have a tendency to cry with frustration, which just makes it worse. ...Then I lose whatever argument I was in.

2. I've never slept in passed 7:15 in the morning. No matter how late I stayed up the night before, I will always be awake by that hour.

3. I'm writing a Danny Phantom fancomic. *shh!* I wan't supposed to let ya'll know!

4. I gots a fake tooth. Ya know, that front one right there hanging on a retainer. It's increased my tolerence for eating cold things and made chewing sticky gum impossible.

5. I will neverlook at my art/writing/work in general and be satisfied. There is always something to fix, even if I can't see it.

6. I'm the best welder in my Metals class. Mr. Hadlock said so today, and the boys all looked at me like I was an alien. Hah, that's what I get for being the only girl who actually signed up for the class.

7. My brother and I often tag team when our sister is teasing us. We're great friends--until our friends are around, then we slip into the role of dire enemies. ...Only to end up laughing in the middle of a nasty fight later.

8. I've always dreamed of composing music...but I lack the motive to add yet another thing to my plate.