It is currently 1:40am, and my darling little sister refuses to go to sleep. If she doesn't soon, she'll be in therapy as an adult. And I wont be paying for it.

I have taken her giant bouncy ball captive and have threatened to put a knife through it should she come back downstairs. So far said plan has worked remarkably well.

But I still don't trust her...

Anyway. My party was as boring as I had anticipated. Zach and Maura came, and that's all! I only invited six people anyway. It appears I picked a bad day to have people over. Katharina has girl scouts (I was in girl scouts for a few years... all of the other girls hated me because I didn't wear pink clothes and like ponies), Micio had a wedding (not his own), Polsky is in Florida, Steven never checks his email, and Mack couldn't get a ride. Although I think Mack made up that excuse so he wouldn't have to go-- he isn't particularly fond of Maura (nor me, that I am aware of... hehe, I seem to have that impression on people.) Actually, it was quite fun with just the three of us. Zach is a fantastically funny person. Lucky Maura.

No one has read the sequel to "Harry Potter and Friends" I wrote and put on ridikulus(sp?).org because no one goes to that branch of fictionalley.org. It's kind of sad. The romantic section (where most of my stories go) is read so often it's ridiculous, but the humor section (ridikulus, where I published "HP&F" and its sequel, "Of Plotholes and Idiotic Latin Phrases") gets no readers whatsoever. Well, it doesn't make much of a difference to me-- I get a lot of readers on astronomytower.org, even though I personally think my writing is bad. My pen name on astronomytower is The Magnificent Mina, if anyone cares to read. It's all Harry Potter fanfiction, and, because of my refusal to accept that Harry will end up with Ginny and Hermione with Ron, it's mostly weird romance pairs-- Draco/Ginny, Hermione/Tom Riddle (you'd have to read that one-- otherwise it sounds very, very wrong), Draco/Hermione, etc. Although I have got one Ron/Hermione one up.

Forgive me. I was rambling.

And now that I'm not rambling anymore I have nothing to say. Well, then, I'll read or watch television or something.

Good day, and good mental health,

Lilith

For some reason, I am having a pool party on Saturday. I wanted to have some of my friends over, because I haven't seen them in ages, and my mother told me to throw a pool party. My mother is like that.

So, now I have to put up with several people from 7-10pm on Saturday. Joy.

I think my mother has trouble understanding that I am perfectly happy with nothing to do this summer. I prefer to spend a lot of my time in my room-- all I do is read and write, and I suppose my mother thinks that I'm going to become a hermit. And I probably will. I'm also perfectly happy with that fact. I really can't stand most people to begin with, so why I am supposed to spend more time with them is beyond me. There are a few exceptions, though. Some people I do enjoy spending time with. You probably all know who you are.

I'm reading 'Interview with the Vampire'-- quite possibly one of the only books that Maura has read and I have not. So of course I've got to remedy that. And then I will make Katharina read it, because I enjoy torturing Kat until she reads what I tell her to read.

I got my pictures from the eighth grade graduation Disneyland trip, finally. It's only been about two months... anyway, the first five photographs are completely bizarre. It's like the film overlaps itself in several different directions. Some I can make out who is in the picture because of specific little things (like Kat's necklace in one of them) but other than that it's like one of those alien abduction mysteries. Perhaps for some reason aliens toyed with the first five photographs on my camera.

Then again, perhaps not.

I have decided that if I don't write a novel this summer, it has truly been a waste of time. I write novel-length fanfiction all the time, but I can't publish that (as a book, I mean. Not on the internet). I suppose that's my problem. If I publish the first chapter of a fanfiction on the internet, I have people asking me to write more. As much as I hate to admit it, I think I depend on that encouragement. I know how bloody annoying it is to read a fanfiction that never gets finished. And so I keep writing more for the sake of my readers than myself. But, if I publish an actual novel on the internet, and have people reading it, I can run into the problem of plagiarism, and it would really annoy me if I wrote a novel and then had someone else publish it. That would be pointless, wouldn't it?

I have been considering fictionpress.com, but it's doubtless that they have too many plagiarism problems to count.

Perhaps I can post chapters of a book here, and then fool myself into thinking that people actually *read* my licentious garbage, and therefor trick myself into updating.

Yeah. That could work.

I should go upstairs to my very vexing laptop to write for half an hour until Frasier comes on. I have fallen into the habit of watching Frasier weeknights at 10:30, and I'm confident that if I for some reason missed said show my body would think there was something wrong. I'm sure that means I have some kind of a problem, but I can live with that. I'm already an insomniac and overzealous. Why don't we add to that list? Addiction to Frasier... and Cheers.

Maura's on instant messenger, telling me to go to some website. I shall acquiesce to her demands and perhaps write more later.

Lilith.