google is a girl's best friend

I've always thought that Google would take over the world. This week it was confirmed when Google combined Writely, their online word processor, with Google Spreadsheets. To me it is the best thing that has happened since spellcheck.
I was jumping off the walls when I discovered Writely a few weeks ago. I can hardly believe they've finally made soemthing as simple and wonderful as a word processor that can be used online. It's like 'no duh!' sstm (I'm a mature adult, I promise ='D) It's especially wonderful bc I just bought my first MacBook and I've been dying not having all my beautiful folders neatly organized and labeled with their appropriate icons that I spend way too long on. But Writely brought me out of my dissapointment and misery about moving on from the PC that has seen me through so much. (I'm seventeen--I'm supposed to be dramatic)
Anyway, I think it's fabulous to have everything in one place. I have Gmail, Blogger, Calendar, Notebook, Page Creator, Picasa with online photo album, Reader, Talk, Video, Desktop and Personalized Search. Before I had Writely and Spreadsheets, but now they are One. Talk about a novelist's best friend! Call me crazy for being so excited. I probably am, but that's okay. I'm a happy weirdo and that's all that matters.

i love shoes

Don't you just love getting a new pair of shoes? I have so dang many shoes but they make me so happy. Most of them have to be flats these days because I have psoriatic arthritis in my toes (I like to say it sounds fatal, but it's really just a little ouchy) so I can't wear heels. Luckily for me, ballet flats are in right now! In the last year I have probably gained twelve pairs of shoes, give or take. There are my creamy white crocheted-looking flats with pink edges I got for my birthday--thay make me feel elegant and princessey, with a little edge. sstm (smirk softly to myself) I have other ones with pretty blue flowers on them that I saw in brown on another girl--also for my birthday. I have fushsia ones with big silver buckles, black ones with rhinestones on the end which I got because I was accepted to Brigham Young University (yay me!) and just have to have some walking shoes (heehee), I also just got brown converse-looking shoes for the same purpose which are just so cute. I think all of those except the fushsia ones were from Target. I love Target...not as much as Walmart, but still excellent. I also have knee-high leather boots that I got for Christmas last year that my older brother calls my "Hooker Boots"...I have to admit they're a bit much. Needless to say, I haven't gotten a chance to wear them yet. ='D I inherited some cute little black shoes with short heels from my sister, who hardly ever wore them (and has far more shoes than I do) but, *sigh* they kill my feet.
Well now, don't you feel enlightened? Didn't you need to know about my shoes? Of course you did. Now, haha, you have just wasted at least three minutes of your time reading about my shoes. Go get a life. Get a job. Something!

*sigh* the supernal joy of writer's block

I don't know if you've ever experienced anything as painfully exciting as sitting at a computer with a blank sheet of paper before you and absolutely nothing to put on it. I can only compare it to trying to push hair out of your head. You push and squeeze and bear down, and yet nothing will burn holes in that unbearable white canvas before you. I wish I could put a happy ending on this story, but unfortunately I don't have one yet. I don't know how to push writing out of my gut any more than my own organs. Everything I've ever read on writer's block (and believe me, I've read a lot) has said there's really no such thing as writer's block, or that you just have to push through it until writing becomes easy again, though it's never really easy. Perhaps I haven't tried everything I could to break through my clot. All I know is that I haven't written anything really good in probably six months and writing hasn't flowed for me in about a year and a half. And now it's almost two in the morning. I'm exhausted and I have to get up before seven. Why am I blogging about writer's block at two am? I honestly have no idea. Perhaps in the hope that one of these days it'll strike me in the middle of the night. BLAM - The perfect story idea. Well, as Catherine O'Hara said, "Nighttime is really the best time to work. All the ideas are there to be yours because everyone else is asleep." Hopefully the same will be true of me.