Me and my conscience have a conversation

Conscience: You should edit a few pages today, at least

Me: Hm, nah

Conscience: You haven't edited a thing in thirteen days

Me: Whose counting?

Conscience: I am

Me: But why? The story sucks

Conscience: That's why we edit

Me: Easy for you to say, you don't have to do the work

Conscience: Just do one page

Me: Why?

Conscience: Because I said so

Me: Now you sound like me

Conscience: I am you, genius

Me: Sheesh, don't have to be mean about it

Conscience: Open your laptop

Me: It is open

Conscience: Close your chat windows

Me: B-b-but

Conscience: NOW!

Me: Fine. I'm going to work now. So leave me alone.

Conscience: Once you get past your first three urges to stop and get a snack, then I'll leave

Me: Fine

Conscience: Fine

Me: If Ne-Ce calls and says EJ's about to be born, I'm outta here

Conscience: Just edit, Gabrielle

Me: Fine. Right after I -

Conscience: NOW

Me: (closes chat windows and mournfully opens Word document)

Here's my cousin and best friend, Mikey, playing "Croatian Rhapsody." It's the same song I'm learning (hopefully) before the new year. It is massively long, although you can't tell, because the video cuts off. My camera batteries died.



I have performance evaluations and a recital next Monday! Wish me luck!

Gideon

Yesterday I saw my favorite horse, Gideon. I'm still trying to come up with another name for him. So far I've considered Galaxy, Aladdin, and another one that I completely forgot. Now I'm leaning towards Aladdin, because apparently Gideon thinks he's a master pickpocket.

We went for a ride and then I fed him some horse cookies, which he loves. He'd probably climb a tree for them. While he was eating, I stood in the paddock and ate my PB&J. So Gideon finishes his cookie and then "sneaks" up behind me, slips his massive head over my shoulder, and tries to snag my sandwich. It was hilarious. He thought he was being so sneaky but of course I heard him coming a mile away, plus he's massively clumsy and almost felt on top of me. Sometimes he'll come up behind you and put his head on your shoulder and just stand there forever. He's so sweet.

Actually, let me rephrase that. He's sweet to people. Wait, let me rephrase that, too. He's really a pushy, drooling brat. He gets startled easily and kicked a little kid just a few days ago. He's horrible to his brother - he'll snatch food right out of his mouth and bite him when he thinks he's getting too much attention.

But he's sweet to most people, really!

Here is a post to prove my brilliance

That title is sarcastic, of course!

Today I went to the gymnastics center. I was super excited because two days ago I did a layout full twist on the tumble track for the first time. So I figured I could do it again today without too much trouble. The first one I did went okay. I managed to get my feet under me for a landing, although I had too much momentum and flew backwards a second after. Then I got out the camera, because I wanted to show my dad.

Basically, when I try a new skill I have to stand for fifteen minutes and just think about it. Every time I come to the same conclusion - this is no big deal. The worst thing that could happen would be me breaking my neck (kidding!). But when my big sister Kyra turned the camera on me, I rushed it. I got a three quarter turn and heard this really weird cracking noise as I hit the mat and then went flying off of it.

So I got up and started walking back towards my sister and I realized my ankle was hurting. Okay, no big deal. It didn't hurt too badly. I figured I'd walk it off. A few minutes later it wasn't feeling any better, but I really didn't want to tell Kyra that I'd hurt myself because then she'd take us home, and my other two sisters who were tumbling would miss out. So I walked around a little more. Kyra kept asking what was wrong. I kept saying nothing.

Finally, I decided I'd try the full twist one more time. I did it, managed to get all the way around, and my ankle didn't hurt that much. So I did it a few more times. Didn't hurt at all. I was feeling great until we started walking out of the gym and I realized - yeah, just realized - that I was limping. Okay, still not too bad. I'd live. By the time we got in the car it hurt really badly. By the time we got home I was hopping on one foot. Now I'm sitting at my desk with my foot propped up on a pillow with ice.

The only one who came out better for my geniusness is my sister Liz, who gets to laugh every time I crawl - literally crawl, because hopping is really tiring - up the hallway.

Aren't I brilliant?

Post-NaNo and other stuff

I have discovered something incredible - to me, at least. Compared to writing a novel, Spanish and Algebra 2 aren't very hard. My mom is convinced that I have time to do Trigonometry before graduation, but I really, really don't want to.

Now that NaNo is over I'm kind of puttering around, trying to remember what I used to do every day. In a few days I'll start editing - blegh - but there's also the fun of novel swaps, which I love! When else would you get to read a bunch of novels about everything from fantasy quests to the apocalypse?

Now the doctor is saying that my nephew won't be born until the twenty-first! This guy cannot make up his mind and it's driving me insane. How am I supposed to wait that long? It's practically impossible. I'm going to go crazy waiting for little EJ. I've been waiting and waiting and - ugh. I'm stopping right now. I think I've been ranting about my nephew for forever. Even his mother probably wants me to stop :) I have ton of school and editing to do in the meantime.

How was everybody's Thanksgiving? I missed seeing my grandparents :( but I did get to spend the whole day with my sisters.

This Weekend...

I'm going to stay with my sister Ne-Ce for a few days this weekend. So I'll get to be there when my nephew is born! YAY!

I haven't been on here like all month. Oops. I can only partly blame NaNo because I haven't been doing as much writing as I'd like to have. The grand total for my word count, at the moment anyway, is 132,000 words. That's the most I've ever written in one month ever. I don't know if I'm going to make it to my 150k goal :( I did get to print out my winners certificate today and I have it hanging on the wall behind my desk. I have to turn around and look at it every now and then.

I'm about to start college applications! Eeeks! Please pray for me, because I'm sure I'll make a mess of them. I really want to go to Hollins Uni or Murray State but we shall see what God does.

NaNo

If I stare at the computer anymore, there will be words permanently burned into my eyeballs. Its been two days and around fifteen, maybe sixteen hours? since NaNoWriMo began.

I've written 33300/50000. I think I'm going to try to make 80k, though. I'm conducting numerous races with other NaNo-ers, which I'd rather not lose too badly XD.

My little sister isn't feeling well, so please everybody pray for her to get better soon.