this way comes

Today is a proud day. I've just received my first email in offer of, shall we say, genital enhancement? I have hotmail and it usually filters all of that out, especially compared to my old email account where half of the mail was spam. It's been a little lonely. Sure, the emails were in my junk mail folder, but the general feeling was the same. Thanks for looking out for me and my non-existent penis :)

School has been rough, life has been rough. I've become crazy busy of late--I'm doing yoga, band, jazz band, cello, Youth Advisory Committee, school magazine, and babysitting. And if I can fit in a little writing here and there (generally at school, huddled over my paper hoping no one else can read it) then that's just a bonus. Apparently blogging has been cut out, though. And showering. No, I'll stop being gross--but it might be the next to go. That, or sleep.

I don't know if I've said this already, and I don't think I have so I will now just because I like to brag and I'm a horrible person. I GOT IN TO PEN-WRITERS!!! I live in northern BC, and another BC town--Penticton--has a group of writers and publishers that hold contests and events and stuff, including a youth writers camp in the summer. And my short story won me a spot at it!

At this point I'm not 100% sure if possibly they just accepted everyone who entered, and it wasn't so much a contest, but no matter what I am S-T-O-K-E-D. Not only will the writing opportunities be amazing, and I'm sure I'll learn a ton, but my friend also got accepted through her poetry! Check out the website here--my name's on there :D

Beep, beep, beep! I'm making a cake for my friend's birthday tomorrow, and the timer keeps screaming at me. If you ignore it for over a minute, though, it kind of dies away.

Do you smell something burning?

Erika