Suits, Ties, and Road Trips Yet to Come

Its been a month now. A month since Meg, a month since I've written. But it seems like forever.

I meant to write, I really did! I just got really caught up in life, and everything. And by life, I mean chemistry. And by chemistry, I mean Chem 1 is kicking my tush.

Seriously. 

But I wont lie, I did find time to write. Just...not on here. Lately, I've found a new love of my life. No, there shall never be anyone who can take the place of David Tennant or Doctor Who, but let me tell you.

Its a close second. Really close. 

I, of course, and talking about Gabriel Macht and "Suits". I love him. And I will marry him. AND YES, IN MY MIND HE ISNT ALREADY MARRIED WITH KIDS, OKAY????

Creepy stalker moment over, and on we go.

The reason I'm selling you on Suits, is to explain the reason why I haven't been writing on here. I've been busy writing not only in my own novel, but...FanFiction. I finally broke down, and wrote a fanfic.

And, you know, maybe someday, I'll let someone other than my editor (who by the way never sent me back the edits and corrections, just saying) read it. But for now, its personal and private.

In other news, I would just like to take this opportunity to point out, that, in less than two weeks from right this very second, I will be entering NEW. YORK. CITY.

EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

As you can tell, I'm very excited about this. Actually, the English language has yet to invent a word to describe how I'm feeling about this. Though they have come close...Elated, ecstatic, BLOODY BOUNCING OFF THE WALLS WITH JOY, you get the jist.

A twelve hour car ride might just kill me though.

Moving on.


A while back (a good long while, actually), we Mock Trialers held a dance. A homeschool dance.

DUN DUN DUNNNNNN.

Though, you have to give us homeschoolers some credit. Not all of us are backwards and live on farms, and treat women as if they should be sheltered from everything in life.

We are not mormons.

Most of us know how to have fun. A lot of fun. A WHOLE lot of fun, actually.


As you can clearly see.

The dance was a fundraiser of sorts to help us get to New York. And we raised a considerable amount of funds.

The dance was dedicated to Meaghan. Which made it all the more special, because she loved dances. And we loved her.

In closing (yes, I'm wrapping it up, mainly because I haven't written anything this rubbish in a while), I would just like to say thank you for making it this far. Because this post...Well, it sucked.