now, I ain't sayin' she's a golddigger.

The Andy Milonakus Show is one of those things that really makes me worry for the future of our society. It ain't funny. It really isn't.

So, NaNo is a month and a half away, and I'm getting antsy. I've had my plot since August, and now I'm starting to get some random ideas. So basically, my main character's gonna go back in time, so I'm going to have her freak out and start doing online searches about time travel, just because she's curious. So I've been writing down random things and explanations for why she rememebers her life before switching back, and I came up with "rewind/fast-forward theory". Trust me, it will HOPEFULLY make sense when I can start writing. I am officially sad, because I want to start writing like now. But NOOO. I'm saving all the juice for November.

Randomly: whenever we used to do poetry units in school, I never really liked e.e. cummings. I was always distracted by the nonuse of capitals and so on. But now I kinda like his work, and this is an awesomely hot poem. And, oh God, I just had a mental image of Paris Hilton saying "That's hot." And worst of all, I can do a pitch-perfect imitation of her saying that.