Its a good day to be a vampire.

(Above: The back of my and Aunt Debbie's head.)

Well, the clouds are dark and the rain is pounding outside. While Aunt Debbie is apologizing for the horrid weather, Donna, Tiff and I are jumping in puddles. We're from the desert! Rain is a rare thing to come by in LA. All the Oregonians looked at us like we're insane. I mean, we're twenty-one and kicking gutter water at each other, but it was fun. Guess we're just a bunch of obnoxious Californians when we travel.

We didn't get to see the places where Twilight was filmed while we were in Portland. I recognized the school because I used to live around there and the Columbia River Gorge will have to wait. I've seen it a couple million times, but my friends haven't and it never gets old. Maybe on the way back.

::sigh::

I love Oregon. We've started to wonder how much our families would mind if we just didn't go home. Tiffany's mom would probably mind since we took her car. So we should probably go home eventually. Oh yeah, and there's work and stuff. I should get back to that too.

How depressing...

On the bright side!



Today we FINALLY set off for THE Forks. It looks like the weather's going to be "horrid" so it should be awesome! I'm looking out the window at Haystack Rock right now. This place is like a really ritzy La Push and after sitting on a piece of driftwood on the beach with friends its got my mind working, thinking of Jacob and Bella. I'm going to see how much writing I can get done before we head out again while my head is in Twilight mode.

Shit. I just realized that I probably should have brought the books with me so I can have a reference. Haha! I forgot the books! I just pulled a Cammy. Luckily I live in a world where there is more than one copy of the Twilight books. Back to work!



See? Totally a good day to be a vampire.

When it comes to choosing between a trash can or a toilet, pick the toilet.

Well, yesterday I got sick. It was pretty gross. Especially since our hotel doesn't have a dumpster or anything and I puked in a trash basket and had to dump the remnants in a toilet and clean everything. Nice. Sorry if that's TMI but that was my day yesterday. Luckily Aunt Debbie is a goddess and she helped me clean it up.

The car will be fixed on Thursday at no expense to us. We totally lucked out, and aunt debbie is letting us stay another day.(Again. Total goddess.) Today we go shopping for a thank you gift and then bonfire on the beach. You can't really expect much more with my luck and all things considered it could be much much much worse.

Any nice mechanics in Oregon out there?

So... We're still at Cannon Beach in Oregon with a still broken car. We're going to have to use our womanly ways to fix it. By womanly ways, I mean dressing like a slut. The cop that pulled us over caught us offguard but today the mechanic won't know what hit him. Hopefully.

So that's what we're going today. Somehow, someway, we might end up drunk again like the last two nights, but isn't that what vacations are for? It was just crazy waking up in front of haystack rock. I thought I had fallen asleep outside because we have this crazy awesome view. Now to get on with the day.

Of course we break the car...

We broke the car. We're not sure what we did, but the engine light came on. So here we are... Welcome to Cannon Beach. Its amazing how a few hundred miles completely changes the scenery. The sun sets at NINE o'clock. Can you believe that? Also, bonfires are legal here, so now we don't have to have illegal bonfires.

As for the writing, its getting better. I just got into a little slump, but the alcohol and laughing with friends has loosened me up a bit and now my mind is free to wander without stress. Minus the car thing. Donna and Tiff are freaking out, but I've had my car breakdown in the middle of the 405 during traffic hour. I think we'll be fine. I'll tell you something though, the one CD we've listened to about four hours is getting a bit old, but I think we'll manage.

Catch you up later. Tomorrow we have to fix the car, but soon we'll be in Forks.

With love from Portland,Oregon

I'm going to Forks pretty soon! Right now I'm in Portland Oregon with the real Aunt Debbie and Uncle Bob. They took us in, fed us until we were about to explode, got us a little wasted on one glass of wine (it was a helluva wine), and let us spend the night. We are happy girls.

Yesterday we drove up from LA to Portland. We got a speeding ticket (damn radar planes!) So much for our police radar. Now we have to go shopping (whoo... kill me...) BUT we get to go to Powell's bookstore, the place where I want my ashes scattered after I die. It will be a magical day.

Sorry if this lacks coherency. I literally just rolled out of bed... or couch. My friends want to attack the computer. So there will probably be updates later.

ADD

I'm writing... I'm writing...

Oh! Look! A butterfly! No, no. Don't get distracted. I need a new chapter.

I'm writing... I'm writing...

Hey! That guy I was dating texted me again. Awesome! Oh wait, I should be writing.

I'm writing... I'm writing...

My friends are here! Maybe I'll hang out for a little bit and then get back to work.

I'm writing... I'm writing...

Work wants me to come in. Damn, I guess I need the money.

Try writing again...

Damn it! I can't focus!

The Breaking Dawn problem just won't stop making my life hell.

So I was procrastinating again, not writing about Cammy writing another essay, but just writing something that is chapters and chapters into the future about the BD problem and then it got really good. I kept writing and writing thinking "YES! This must happen in the story. It is too awesome!"

I left the window up and went into the other room to take a nap (because like I said, I was procrastinating.) Then I wake up and it has disappeared.

I hate computers. FML

Oh well. I'm going to have to write it again. Oh yeah. And finish my finals too.

My run-in with a Chester

So... I took my final and that went... um... Well the point is I took my final and that class is over!

But that didn't stop me from having an incident on the way, of course. There is some guy in my class that talks to me sometimes and he'd always been cool I guess. But yesterday as I have my book in front of me and I'm trying to talk to him and study at the same time he asks me if I want a muscle relaxer.

At first I thought he was joking and me being stressed out, started to joke back.

"Oh yeah. I could use one."

Then he pulls out a giant perscription bottle.

Yeah. WTF?

I quickly back tracked and said no, because even if I wanted to, I'm about to take a final. I kind of need all of my attention span for that. But more importantly, I'm not going to take drugs from a guy on the last day I'm ever going to see him!

Then after my insistent refusal he asked if I wanted a gummy bear. I told him no and he tried to talk me into it. Like he was really trying to get me to eat a gummy bear after offering me drugs which was making me super paranoid. I mean, who knows. It could be some drugged up gummy bear. I don't know. I was getting creepy vibes and was sort of panicking a litte. So I made up this story about having a traumatic incident getting my hand stuck in a vending machine trying to steal a packet of gummy bears, and that ever since that incident I had this aversion to gummy bears. Because a packet of gummy bears can give someone post-traumatic stress.

Yeah, not the best lie I've ever come up with, but I was on the spot and I had to say something. At least he bought my excuse. Or he realized I was just going to keep coming up with reasons not to take his stuff until he left me alone.

I guess the moral of this story is don't take drugs or gummy bears from strangers, kids.

"I'll sleep when I'm undead, sir!"

(Or to be more specific to Twilight, "I'll never sleep again when I'm undead sir!" Or something like that. Damn. I messed up that parody pretty bad. Never mind. Forget the title.)

Why is it that EVERY time inspiration hits I have to be busy? I just came up with a character that I like for Brown Harvest and I have to go to bed because I have to be up at five in the morning. And then I can't sleep. I just keep thinking about it and he's just so... ugh! I don't know! But he's going to be fun to write for because he's such an awesome A-hole. BUT I have to be at work in the morning and then spend the day doing my online class so I REALLY don't have time for this right now!

But now I keep on thinking of things for him to say, none of them very nice, yet he still maintains his coolness. OH! This gives a good opportunity for the main character to be all snarky at him and verbally kick him in the nuts and piss him off. Damn it! Damn it!

I hate sleep! Sleep is stupid! I want to be a vampire just so I don't have to sleep anymore and I can get everything done!

::sigh::

Okay. I'm done venting.

Brown Harvest is underway.

First order of business is for any Star Wars fans out there. Watch Fanboys. Seriously. Do it.

I find it especially hilarious because its about a bunch of crazy Star Wars guys going to Skywalker Ranch, and this summer me and a bunch crazy girls are going to Forks for our own little fandom party.

I can't freakin' wait!

My girls (Donna and Tiffany) and I just bought underwear for the trip. We're going to write something nerdy on the butt and moon people on the 5 freeway. Press cam! Not that you needed to know that.

Second, finals will be officially over on Thursday and I can start writing again for real. But I'm also excited to go hunting for locations for my original piece which I am officially calling Operation: Brown Harvest. Any Star Wars fans will get that. I'm checking out a high school for some inspiration, but even closed I'm not sure if people are allowed there. Maybe I'll go anyway. I haven't been in a traditional high school in five years. And of course I will also be doing Puppet Master work. Its been too long without a chapter, but I need to take one day celebrating me not having to pound text book material in my brain.

The Puppet Master sometimes has the same effect on me as finals does, but only when I start thinking about the Breaking Dawn problem or cringing about parts of the story that I don't like. Somtimes I wish this fanfiction had a reset button.

Second to last final is in ten minutes. See as how I simply FORGOT to attend the midterm, its pretty crucial that I go to this class so I better get going.

Oh and by the way...

THE NEW MOON MOVIE IS GOING TO BE AWESOME! (At least it better be or a horde of Twilighters will trample the director.)