The Competition

Ok, so I haven't posted for a bit. Here's what's been up with that.

Finals. Those horrible things called finals. Fuck 'em.

You think you're totally fine with the amount of work that you've been putting in, and then it's suddenly finals, and you realize that you are, of course, screwed. So you try and learn everything that you were suppose to learn durring your class durring the week before. Then your brain explodes.

Really.

But I'm (hopefully) back on track. So on to talk of the topic of this post: The Competition.

My friend decided to challenge me to a contest. This week is her finals week, and the bet was this. Whoever could write the most words durring this week would win, and the looser would have to pay for lunch.

Really not that big of a deal, except for one thing. One tiny little thing that completely fucked me over.

My brain decided to give me another story idea. Which would be great, except it's one of those ideas that you just cannot thing about later, that you have to think about now.

So durring this competition I am royaly screwed, because all of my time is going into planning for another book. Planning that pretty much goes as thus: *Read Read Read* *Think Think Think* *Write Two Words*

Again. And again. And again.

Fuck you friend. And, more importantly, fuck you brain.