Right, all sorted, I think. Had to change fecking stat counters because Nedstat wasn't compatible with the commenting code. Bah. Annoying. Anyway, it's all good now and anyone sneaky enough to find there way here, either by googling or by the hidden link - leave me a damn comment :) Even if it's just nonsense. I like comments. If you're rude and obnoxious though I'll ban your IP and make fun of you here in the blog :D

Moved this blog to a new folder. Hopefully I didn't fuck it all up :) We'll see...

bah looks like it's not updating. See? This is why I hate Blogger. Argh.

Spent a bunch of time moving my public blog to use gm software. Now this one is the only one still using blogger.com. I suppose one day I'll get that wild hair up my ass and switch this too but meh. Fuck it.

Went to see Chicago tonight at the cinema. What a fabulous movie. If LotR has to lose to one movie this year, it should lose to Chicago :) Also bought 'Where the Day Takes You' off Ebay. I wish I could have rented it first because I'm breaking my rule of 'no buying if I haven't seen it' but Kat put sooo much pressure on me to get it. You hear that Chickie? You peer-pressured me into it! Twisted my arm! Damn you!!! *cheeky grin*. You know I love ya honey. And anyway, from the reviews I've read, and chickie's own review, it's probably one I'll like.

All in all, a lovely day today. Got some new pants and a skirt, took the kidlet out for dinner and a show and had a lovely conversation about the thrill of thunderstorms (hoping to get the first ones of the season this weekend, cross your fingers) and now I'm just chilling out, winding down, watching Seinfeld, pondering sinking into my big cozy, warm bed in a few. Ahhh bliss.

On the S&N forums I posted a bunch of writing exercises in the creative section and I think I'll do one here. I've got a story floating around in my head but need more details. Maybe this will help. Anyway, I'm going to make up a person and bring them to life. Hopefully :D
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There was a Mary in every junior high. The girl no one remembered. The girl who endured the jokes about her clothes from the rich kids. The girl who could never hope to be popular because she did everything wrong. She was the one who, when asked to go up to the board and answer a math problem, had an embarrassing stain on her jeans the day she got her first period. She was the girl who threw up at her desk during biology. Teachers may have felt a little sympathy towards her, but mainly they wished she was in any other class but their own. She was a chubby girl with horribly curly brown hair. No svelte, bouncy curls for her. Oh no, it was wiry and had a tendency to stick out in odd directions. Her small, freckled face was dwarfed in size by her thick glasses. Her vision was so bad, she couldn't read the big 'E' on the eye chart. Her mother said contacts were out of the question until she was older and so, she suffered behind those god-awful frames. She looked rather like a wild-eyed owl dodging students as she made her unobtrusive way to each class.

When she entered the classroom, no one noticed. That's not exactly true... the teacher noticed and gave a little grimace. One of the popular girls snickered at Mary's hopelessly out-of-date clothes. Mary eased past the 'cool crowd' and slunk into her seat at the back of the room where she immediately piled her books as high as she could on top of her desk and hid behind them, lowering her head and staring at her desk for the duration of class. The teacher never called on her anyway, what was the point of paying attention? She would just sit here and write her little vengeance stories. Her stories were her escape.
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So there's Mary. I have a vague idea of what I want to do with her but right now, it's just *too* vague. I could add a little more depth to her as well. I think I want her to come out of junior high so traumatised and tormented that she vows she'll get even with the nasty 'popular' kids one day. And so she writes little stories of how she gets back at them all. And as she continues on to high school, her stories get darker and more violent. And I could intersperse her everyday life with her fantasy world until one day, they merge together.

I'll think on it.