I feel like I'm developing a terrible habit here.

So, yeah, I can't sleep, despite being pretty tired. Same thing happened last night and I was up until four-thirty. I don't want to do that again, so let's hope I can get to sleep this time.

But, of course, instead of actually trying to sleep, I'm bloggin'! Yeah. But I'm trying to get myself into the habit of writing because, well, I wanted to blog more because I feel like it's good for me to write at least a little thing every day that isn't some odd blurb on Facebook or Tumblr, so yeah. YAY BLOGGER!

Last night I spent a lot of time reading the Bloggess. She's pretty hilarious, so it's easy to see how time got away from me so quickly. I also watched most of Easy A and an episode of Doug. (Which, for some reason, I started typing as an inappropriate word that has a similar beginning.) If I'm up late enough, I might watch some more 90s are all that or whatever Teen Nick is calling it.

What I've done so far, though? Well, I tried to sleep for about half an hour and just ended up reading some Heretics of Dune. I also dinked around with McCarthy, my guitar. Workin' on that upstroke or whatever it's called 'cause I'm so bad at it. Then I tried to sleep more but it didn't work, so I ended up taking care of a shameful pile of clean laundry that I'd been ignoring.

Yes. I am bad at putting my laundry away. And also apparently typing the word "laundry" because I've typed it as "launfry" and "lauundry" a couple of times now. I am terrible. Or maybe I just need sleep.

Something I noticed while taking care of my laun(f)dry: I have a lot of graphic t-shirts. I mean, a lot. If anyone has ever paid attention to what I wear to school, they've probably noticed it. I picked out some shirts that I never wear anymore and I'm okay to part with, but... still. I have a lot. Which makes me think that I need to find a super laid-back job where it's okay to wear such things and I can also never go to a formal event ever. Unless I have the stockpile of hand-me-downs and Megan's closet. Because I really, really like graphic tees. .___.

I also have several funny hats, including a white fedora, a black bowler, a top hat that might actually be Megan's, and a yellow-orange-pink fuzzy one from Mackinac Island or maybe just the city I don't remember (I didn't actually go on the trip so I don't feel I'm obligated to).

Aaaaand now I think I'm gonna try and sleep. Because I really don't want to be fixing this habit the night before school starts.

TEAM UNICORN!!!

YES! I have the anthology of zombie and unicorn stories called Zombies vs. Unicorns. The amazing Ms. Holly Black is a part of it (Team Unicorn, of course) and the idea itself is so cool that I had to have it. And I am completely Team Unicorn. I was kind of iffy about it--I mean, zombies are kinda cool, too. But Carrie Ryan's story in it sealed the deal for me. I mean, it's only the second zombie story (I still plan on reading the rest, though) and it just reminded me of how freaked out I get thinking about zombies. I mean, dude! THEY DON'T STOP. They bite you and tear into your flesh and AUUUUUGH. >< Terrible and scary. Just bad.

This is probably why I won't ever do the Zombie walk downtown; yeah, it sounds fun, but I would probably get really freaked out. Most people are messing around and not really acting like zombies, but I don't trust Grand Rapids as a whole with not freaking me out. Same thing with Zomb. I'm sorry, Zoe, but I will never go to Zomb because, whether I'm playing a human or a zombie, I will get freaked the fffffffff out. And I do not get that thrilled by freak outs. Okay, maybe sometimes. But zombies are a liiiiittle too far for me.

And I think that's it. I'm tired and sleep must be had. (...or maybe I'll read some Dune. *_*)

See, Bruce? I didn't mention you once!

Wait...

WHO GOT BORED?

I GOT BORED.

So these are the heroes from my story, Chuck! :D From left to right, we have Becky, the ghost girl, Henry, new biffle of Sierra, and then Sierra, the protagonist. :D

I actually had to redo this. Becky is the only one who stayed in the same house. xD I totally got Henry and Sierra wrong. But hey! It made me think about their character more which is good.

Becky is Slytherin not because she is technically working for the bad guy, but because she had a bit of a desperate time in high school and did whatever it took to be popular. (I'm sure you know where that is going.) I'm sorta kinda working on a side story for that, but yeah. It's kind of weird to write and it needs a little work. (A lot of work.) Maybe if Chuck ever gets published and it's done, I can put it in with that. :'D

Henry was originally Gryffindor because I did it without really thinking. He's the good guy, which makes him Gryffindor, right? BUT NO! His defining quality is not his bravery, but his determination to become Sierra's friend! He is really accepting of people and I feel like he transcends the social boundaries somehow. (Probably using his adorableness. He is so cute sometimes, even when he is covered in snot and tears.)

And I made Sierra a stereotypical Ravenclaw because she likes to read and write. It's kind of her thing. But, she doesn't like school, she doesn't really like learning all too much... unless it's weird facts she can put in her next story. So what is she? What's so defining? By golly, Sierra is stubborn. Really, really stubborn. She is shoved out of her trio of friends in eighth grade, and what happens? She says SCREW YOU, People! I will not deal with you. I will deal with my fiction and that will be that. Hmph. She tells herself that it's all people that are the problem and believes it for the next three years. She also makes herself believe that Henry only talks to her because no one else is talking to him to keep up with that idea. (In reality, Henry is actually pretty popular; a real social butterfly. No one talked to him when he was talking to Sierra, though, because she was the weird girl no one talked to.) GAAAAH THIS IS DOING SUCH WONDERFUL THINGS FOR MY CHARACTERIZATION. I must write something from Henry's perspective. It would probably be so much fun.

And Chuck is obvs. Villain is Slytherin.

I feel so pretty, and girly, and SPLODEY!

Guess who's still alive?! That's right, ME! Man, it's been forever since I wrote on here. Why? Probably because I feel bad about short nonsense posts on blogger. I like using Tumblr for quick thoughts that have no real purpose.

(Although it's probably because no one has my tumblr URL other than Anna. And lately, I haven't been feeling very let's-post-where-people-who-don't-like-me-know-where-I-post.)

But, y'know, whatever. I'm not feeling spiteful in any way, shape, or form right now, so LET'S POST WHERE PEOPLE WHO DON'T LIKE ME KNOW WHERE I POST!

Alrighty, so I just actually looked at my posts and I haven't posted something like a real blog post since April. 30 day challenges and lame-o song lyrics do not count.

So, I think I'm gonna try blogging on a semi-regular basis again. Just for me. I might post this on Facebook just to let people know that I'm at it again, but otherwise... meh. Get here yerselves. Honorary emu is something that makes my URL a little easier to remember, I think.

I've been feeling weirdly girly lately. I still won't do purses (they're MESSENGER BAGS and TOTES. MESSENGER BAGS AND TOTES.) or wear make-up every day (gaaah too much woooork), but I almost feel like doing things with my hair. *_* And, speaking of my hair, I can't do anything fun until after senior pictures!!! D: And, if I'm really gonna be Cheetara for Halloween this year like I'd like to be, then... I'ma need either blonde hair or a wig. I kind of want to try blonde hair, despite my uber dark eyebrows. I'd probably style it Cheetara-like every day. (Unless Ms. Sue thinks she can do polka spots ((is that even possible?!)), I don't think there will be any.) Thoughts?

Nenna has also been slightly splodey. Today I kind of went off on my mom for reasons that are still sorta unknown to me. ._. I mean, I guess I was upset that she seemed to be implying that my handwriting was absolutely freaking terrible even though it was completely legible. I mean, I know when my handwriting's bad. This wasn't one of those times. And then I formatted the list slightly weird and Tech didn't seem to have a fax number I could give to the school to send out my transcript with... and... yeah. I was a little frustrated and yelled and threw stuff when I shouldn't have. I stormed off to my room like an angsty, angry teenager and I didn't like it. I usually pride myself on not being the stereotypical teenager, yet there I was, being a stereotypical teenager. Murrrrrrr.

Next school year sounds kind of scary. I was thinking about that today. Maybe that's why I was on edge? I mean, it's gonna suck okay maybe not. It'll just be weird the first few weeks, I'm sure. Adjusting to what will hopefully be a very empty schedule (totally dropping that Ferris bloody medical thing; free college or not, I don't think I can handle it. Plus, I totally want to try for that empty schedule. I have, like, four required classes, if you count Modern Problems. And hub. That makes for an empty schedule at least for part of the year.). (Very long parenthetical is very long.) Figuring out where the fffffffffffff I'm gonna sit at lunch. Getting to do lots of yelling commands in band. Hopefully *crosses fingers* not yelling and screaming as much as I did at the beginning of last year. Honestly, I think the fact that there are more kids (can I call Evan, Shane, Tyler, etc. kids? I mean, Tyler's actually older than me!) will hold me back. I felt embarrassed enough when I did it in front of the kids from last year and I barely knew half of them. I only saw them three times a week for an hour and a half, maybe, if they decided to come to hub every day. The boys, however, I see every day at school and that would lead to much more oh gawd are they judging me for freaking out!??!?!!? But yeah. I'm tired of City kids getting to see so much EMOTIONAL!Jenna. And I'm sure everyone else is tired of seeing her, too.

Ummmm... I think that's about it. But yeah, tl;dr: Jenna is back and still worrying and thinking about trivial things. And oh Cheetara's in there somewhere too.