I give up! I surrender!

I tried to pull myself back from failing, but I failed...

What really did me in was Friday. Kit was chasing me all around the house, and I, like an idiot, thought running on hardwood in socks was a smart idea. Her fingernail caught the very edge of my shirt, and I hit the ground. I tried to brace my fall by holding onto the dining room table, but I only succedded in giving myself some very colorful bruises on my arm, and insuring that I can barely type.

I had just figure out where I wanted to take my story, so that I would have a chance. I don't, though. It's bad enough trying to type right now.

Dang it, I actually wanted to win!

~Riley

Well, Mom's already tried to set the house on fire. Luckily, we only have a few hours to go until we eat, so I hope my worries will soon end.

Nothing's really happening right now. I'm working on Crystaln Prophecy and the Saviors Series, and that's about it. Both the wikis for them are nearly done, so that really makes my day.

Crap, we've got smoke. Why can't I have a Thanksgiving without smoke inhalation...?

~Riley

I hate Earth and Space Science.

That is all.

~Riley

Well, I'm nineteen.

Wow, I feel old!

Anyway, I figured I would at least try to post something today, seeing as it is Friday the Thirteenth. I don't know what I'll put on FanFiction.Net, however. Decisions, decisions...

Oh, presents.

As of now, I've got:

$50 to Carabba's from my aunt and uncle in PA.
A quarter from Kris.
A Border's giftcard and bookmarks from Mom.
Jewelery from my cousins John and Val.
A New Moon poster, calendar and pins from Euie and his girlfriend Dawn.
$60 from by kid cousins Luke, Jackson, and Jake.
$50 from my great aunt and uncle.

I think I had a pretty good haul.

~Riley

So I had to write a paper for English. Yay, joy. No. It had to be about the Vietnam War. Boo, hiss. Not only that, but she moved up the rough draft due date three times, until about seventeen minutes ago.

I didn't really care, as I had finished at 10:30. I just had only little problem. I use OpenOffice because my copy of Word is psycho. The program we had to submit our papers on could only read Word documents. It took me a half hour to get it copied over and my formatting in place. I save it and submit it.

I just checked it. Of course, my formatting is nonexistent. I'm going to get marked down for it. It's not my fault I can't use my normal program. So not fair.

I'm just gonna LJ-cut the first part, and I warn you. I'm in the mood to rant like hell.

First, I submitted this for the Ultimate Fanfiction Contest: One Shots on devientART. It's something I've been messing around with for a few years now.

( Contest Piece: A Picture and a Hairband )

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Now onto NaNo 2009.

I'm about to throw in the towel this year. I'm just too busy with school and life to even think of trying to finish now. I'm only three thousand words in, so I'm just going to take my time and post it on Fiction Press. I think.

I can't concentrate on it, especially where I normally write. I spend most of my time either in the cafeteria or in the library. The library is talking about banning headphones, so I can't go there. And in the cafeteria, I'm trapped between idiot Magic the Gathering players and idiots in general. It gets slightly annoying...

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College, oh joy.

It seems stalking isn't the only problem I have to contend with while I'm studying here, which just slightly pisses me off. One of the girls I've started hanging out with went from normal to uber-bitch in three seconds flat, making up a degrading song about me and threatening to put it on YouTube. She also stood up int the middle of my science class and sang the damn thing at the top of her lungs. Oh, if only the professor had been in the room.

Needless to say, I was pissed. If she pulls something like that again, I'm calling the cops for slander. The song was sick and wrong, a rewrite of "I Kissed a Girl" with my name in it. And what's more embarrassing is the fact that she sang it with my ex. The hate goes around, I swear.

I think I need new friends. And I'm going to get some.

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Finally, life in general.

Today is the seventh anniversary of my father's death. When I sat down at my table this morning, I taped a sign to my computer. It says, and I quote, "Please leave me alone today. Thank you." All of none have listened to it. I'm about to give up.

I think they read "I am a wall, please tell me your life story, problems, ect. I love being ranted at." It's really not fair, because if I try to get a word in edgewise, I get yelled at. It all I can do to not bash my head into the poll next to me. Right now I'm so tempted. Only, it would just add to my headache.

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I think I'm done for now. Please, have a good day. Or at least a better one than mine.

~ Riley Masters

Noontime: Wonderful. My muse for original fiction just took a month long vacation, leaving me with my Fanfiction muse to kick me upside the head and say "no, don't do that story, come do fanfiction with me" in a really creepy voice.

... And I just realized how sleep deprived I really am...

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With Halloween tomorrow, and Nano the next day, I thought I'd post this now.

HAPPY HALLOWEEN!

I was wondering, just how many people reading my journal are doing Nano? Really, I'm curious. There's a few from my school, and a slew of little Neopet-ers, but I don't know anyone else...

Good luck to all!

~Riley

Cut for Home Insanity

( Welcome to Insanity. We have Candy. And Chocolate! )

I am so cutting this. This is crack from Facebook. You will cry.

( Long as Hell! )

Told you. Long as hell...

~Riley