This was fun. A lot of fun. I can hardly believe that the 212 participants have raised $58446.24. That's a lot of money - especially for something with as little publicity as the Blogathon has. And I can't believe that I stayed up for this whole time. I was a little tired around the 5:30-7:00am time, but I was pretty good for the rest of it. I am happy that I was able to raise $45.00 for Book Aid and donate money to assorted other charities. I'm happy that I was able to find new blogs I had never read before, and talk to people on AIM and in chat rooms who I had never talked to before. This was great. I loved it. And I will definately participate again next year. (The only difference is, I will better plan ahead if I decided to do a shtick of some sort - the one I had planned was way too much work and took way too much time.)

Everyone, goodnight - sleep tight - don't let the bedbugs bite.

It's now bright out. I hear dogs barking, people talking, sprinklers watering... it's another day outside. And well...I'm sitting here, in the exact same spot I was 23.5 hours ago. 24 hours ago I was still lying my bed, hitting the snooze button my radio alarm clock. Not wanting to get up. I'm glad I did though, this was fun. My closing post will come in 30 minutes...

I just went out to the backyard (again) and did cartweels and back walkovers and stuff. Yay, it was fun. It felt good to stretch my muscles.

I had this conversation with my friend some time during the night. I don't know when. There are no timestamps.

ChronicShpilkes: my bladder is too small
ChronicShpilkes: so are many peoples
ChronicShpilkes: girls, namely
SouprGirl1: oh. yes. so is mine
ChronicShpilkes: guys never complain about that
SouprGirl1: you're right. they don't.
ChronicShpilkes: girls are like "I HAVE TO PEE AGAIN? WTF???"
SouprGirl1: they never go to the bathroom either. hm..
ChronicShpilkes: cause their bladders can store more?
SouprGirl1: and it takes them literally 10 seconds to get in there and get out..
SouprGirl1: i don't nkow.
ChronicShpilkes: not fair
ChronicShpilkes: i want to be a guy

I was one of the winners of the 3:00am goody bag at The Pervert Club. I think that's pretty cool.

I blinked my eyes and the sky went from black to light grey. I don't know how it happened. And I don't know how to spell gray (grey?).

...and pink...I just looked out the window again, and I see pink. The clouds have left the world of dusk (or the opposite - dusk is for the evening) and reached and actuall stage of fuzzy pinkness. It's a very gray pink, but it is pink nonetheless.

I think I'm gonna go play outside again. The sky is starting to change from black to navy blue. It's the almost imperceptive change - everthing is still indestinguishable, but it is given a rough shape. And outline. You can see the world exists again. And each minute it gets brighter and brighter. Bit by bit. Even now, as I'm writing this and looking out the window I can see the sky changing from black to dark navy to navy. I can see hints of grey. Although the trees still look black, I can tell that they are a different color than the sky.

I just took a shower and now I feel much better. Look, my sentances are alredy longer and much more coharent than they were before. They're not quite up to AP standards, but, they're getting closer. They actually contain more than one word each, which is much better than I was doing before. If you're tired, go takes a cold shower - you'll perk back up, at least for a little while. My whole shower was cold, but then at the end, I turned the water as cold as I could for a second and just put my head under it, then turned the water off. Now I'm sparkly clean and able to write for a little while longer. Yay.

I definately overdo the linking to stuff I talk about in my posts. I link to everything possible. I don't know why. And then I want to link in real life. "Oh, my favorite movie? It's Finding Forester, you can find info on it at blahblahblah. And my favorite make up is chaptstick, but chaptstick brand. And you can find it at blahblahblah."

Less and less people are updating their sites now. I'm going through the ring, and many of them are not in full blogathon mode anymore. But then again, am I? Not really. I'm typing out some words. I don't know if they're really in any spacific order. They're just words. With some punctuation thrown in every now and then.

So, I just ate oatmeal. It's heart-healthy. It's supposed to reduce my chloresteral. I don't think I have chloresterol. I'm a vegaterian - I don't eat high fat foods or meats. But I like both oatmeal and Cheerios. Both 'heart healthy' foods. Oh well.

And I swear my books just moved. I saw it out the corner of my eye. It was either my books, or a picture frame. Or both. I don't feel tired. I think my eyes are tired though. Cause they're seeing things that can't be real. And my hands are tired too. Look at these sentances. They're painfull! My AP English teacher would not approve. These sentances are way too simple. No descriptions. No complexity. No Faulkner quality sentances.

I just ran out of things to talk about. There's nothing left. No words in my head, no letters on my fingers. So, I'll lament about my walls?

Okay, I have a huge room - I love it. But, three of the four walls are made out of really bad quality wooden paneling. It's very ugly. I think it's leftover from when the previous owners of the house did the basement. They desided to use the leftovers to panel 3/4 of this room. I wish they hadn't.

Sometimes I'll read someone's blog, and just assume, "it is written by a male" or "it is written by a female". And then, weeks after I have first started reading the blog, I will discover that I was wrong. A picture will be put up of them, or a real first name will be given. But sometimes even the first name doesn't give it away. That's kind of a cool thing though. It prevents me from making any preconceptions whatsoever.

Look at it! It's just staring. With the glare of one computer on the left side of its face, and the glare of the other computer on the other side of its face.

There is this lamp in front of me. And it's just sitting there. Staring at me. It's a bit unsettling.

Sorry, this is being posted a little late. First, I had computer problems. Then, me and my friend Mana got in a little arguement.
I had to eat Mana.

My body is set to automatic 30 minute time periods. I'll be doing other stuff, and then all the sudden stop and think "is it time to post another entry? am I too late?". Then I'll look, and it will have been anywhere from 29 to 31 minutes. I'm getting good at this. Can I blog profesionally?

I went outside and did some nice hops on the pogo stick. (About 200 before my dad came down and told me I had to stop because I was making too much noise.)

My sister kindly photographed me.
And then I did some nice conditioning. Sit-ups beneath the stars...I love it.