Argument between me and my character/voice/muse/source of insanity:
so what Haley, have you like, disapparated?
yeah pretty much. Attack of the harry potter...
what's been going on?
well, between failing statistics--
and picking colleges--
and working every day--
I've been busy.
where did you decide to go to school?
Western Carolina University.
and how far away is that from your house?
...*ponders*.... 'bout nine hours.
what's your major?
Criminal Justice... minor in literature.
....*raises eyebrow* those two things don't really go together... Although I approve of both.
hehe yeah. and that's after quitting ballet. and it's nice to know that my secondary interior monologue approves of my career choices….
they don't have anything to do with ballet either. and I approve because now you can actually know what you're writing about when you write my book, and you'll be a good writer while you write my book.
well I'm weird like that. and who says I'm not a good writer now and that i don't know what I'm talking about? there's this thing called research…
yeah you are. you're talking to the voices again... and research is nothing compared to hands-on experience.
would you rather me not talk to you? because you're getting annoying again.
no! i love it when you listen to me.
so what's with not posting reviews for the past few days?
Well I finished a few books, but I haven't had time to write the reviews.
right. been busy.
any other news?
yes! going on a family vacation next week... leaving Saturday.
where are you going?
Washington DC. We get to go to the museums, visit the library of congress, and get a tour of the White House!
niiiice.... is Adam still in office?
*thinks..* No Lindsay, Adam hasn't been born yet. This is still the year 2010. You're born in the year 3041. Hang in there. Technically neither of you don't exist yet... *wonders why she's talking to someone who doesn't exist.*
Oh... I was gonna have you give him a message for me.
oh? and what's that?
if I told you, I'd have to kill you.
You're a voice in my head. I know everything you know.
well then smarty pants, write the end of the novel you're working on . *smirks*.
......*mutters to herself under her breath* .....fine. Be that way.
I will. and I'm gonna LOVE IT.
shut up, Lindsay.