LIFE!

So, how's life, guys?

Life's pretty good for me over here, I suppose. I've been down in the dumps these past few days for reasons unbeknownst to myself, but I'm better now. I had writer's block for quite a long time, but I listened to a lot of music and ate some oranges, stared at my ceiling, tweeted some people, reblogged some things on Tumblr, oh, and WATCHED THE NEW EPISODES OF SHERLOCK (which were really good, if you can't deduct this from my capital-letter screaming), and I seem to be fine now. I also started a new story, which probably helped. I need a break from the Daphne chronicles, probably because I've been trying to figure out what's supposed to happen in the second book for so long and I just can't figure it out. I've been racking my brain thinking of possible scenarios for what should happen but none of them feel right, at least when I start to write them. At first the idea of them seems great, but then I write the words out and it's like forcing myself to throw up something I really wanted to keep down. Very unpleasant business.

I passed all my finals! Phew! I got As and Bs on all of them, including chemistry and math, which are the two I was most worried about. I got a lower grade on my health final that all of my finals (even chemistry). What does that say about me?

Mostly that I hate health. Which, of course, I do. Doesn't everyone? The only useful thing I ever learned in that class that I didn't already know was to never go to Beijing or you'll end up with the lungs of a 20-year smoker after five minutes. Rough life for them, huh? Well, it actually is, and I wish I could do something about all the world's problems. But how could we possibly fix a toxic cloud that will never stop moving around the world? Meanwhile it's ripping holes in the ozone layer and us humans are down here, exposed, with nothing to fend for ourselves with except SPF 150 sunscreen (I dunno, does that even exist? If not, we might need it) and solar panels. Of course, for the solar panels to be protection we'd have to stay under them, like, all the time, or inside of a solar panel. Oh! Like a solar panel building! Maybe I should consult the government about making those in case the apocalypse comes in the form of a 198 million square-mile hole in the ozone layer, which is to say a nonexistent one.

Anyways, in other news, I've published a book! It's called The Ignorance of Me, Daphne Willowston and it is available on Amazon for purchase. Please leave feedback...I love feedback, even if it's in the form of many insults and put-downs. Hey, it all benefits me in some way.

Also in other news, I'm visiting Washington in nineteen days! Words cannot describe my utter excitement, but also nervousness, because I've never traveled alone in my entire fifteen years of life and I'm terrified I'll get lost or embarrass myself. I don't know why embarrassing myself when I'm alone would be different than embarrassing myself when I'm with my family, but possibly it's because I would not have a taller (familiar) human to hide behind when I need one, because I sure as heck am not going to hide behind a complete stranger if I do something embarrassing, because they'd also be laughing at me, and what's the point of hiding behind someone who's laughing at you? It's just a ineffective facade, if you ask me.

Well, my eyelids are rather droopy, so I will be going now. Vankampenator out.