Sleep!!!

I'm so tired. It's only 4:36 pm but I'm wicked tired for some reason.

Anyway, nothing much has been happening in La Casa de Stasi. (It means the house of Stasi for all of thoughs who don't know spanish.) My burn is healing, my house is clean and I've semi caught up in my writing. All of my peeps (friends) are good and Dad hates working in the emergency room, so nothing has changed.

My dad is a first year resident (M.D.) and he is rotating in all of the different specialties in a hospital. He already knows what he's specializing in though. He's going to be that dude who knocks you out before a surgery or gives people pain meds. (It has an offical name but I can't spell it. Opps.)

For summer, it's really boring. But I guess I shouldn't be complaining, it's better than being in school and I get to sleep in.

I'm gunna go now, I'm just babbling on.

Laters, World.

A Face Only A Mother Could Love

As I wrote that title, my mind kept flashing to that one quote in FROSTBITE by Richelle Mead.

"When she caught full sight of my face, her eyes widened in unbashed delight. "Wow. Talk about a face only a mother could love."" (page 87)

But then I think of:

""It's better," she replied primly. "Fortunately, it was only broken by a psychopathic whore and not anyone actually related to me."

I gave ger my best psychopathic smile. "Too bad. Family members hit you by accident. Psychopathic whore ten to come back for more."" (page 88)

Anyway, I'm way off topic. Kinda. Today, my bad luck/klutziness attacked again. And it involved my face.

I was doing my hair this afternoon (I didn't wake up until just before noon) and I somehow managed to burn my forehead with my straightener. Now, there is a big, raw, pink mark in the middle of my forehead. And because fate is evil, my bangs had just gotten a really bad cut and I'm not wearing them down. To add on to this bad luck, my two month with my boyfriend is Sunday.

Oh yeah, I'm pissed. Plus it's raining really loudly so I can say goodbye to sleep.

All in all, today was not a good day. There's more I wish I could say, but it's the internet and I'd rather not have out there.

I wish someone out in the rainy world had a better day then me.

Good Night/Day/Evening/Whater, world!!

Welcome To My Nonexistent Blog

Hello, people of the world. My name is Annastasia.

I have tried to blog before. The key word is tried. It lasted for about five or six posts; after awhile I got bored with it. But, I'm hoping this one will be different.

You see, I'm trying to "create my voice" when I write. I read somewhere that some authors blogged before they got published and that blogging had helped them create their own unique sound. I'm hoping that blogging will help me too.

I've wanted to become an author since I was, like, five. So, to help that happen one day, I'm going to start up blogging. Again.

This year I'm doing Nanowrimo for the first time to help me be less picking with my first drafts and to finally help me actually finish a first draft.

In addtion to the whole "Help Stasi Become A Better Writer" thing, I am going to post my thoughts and opinions up. Like rants, reviews and other things I feel like talking about. But, not tonight, it's one thirty now and I am tired.

Goodnight(Morning/Day/Evening/Whatever), good people of the world!!