Happy new year!

Happy new year! I don't know about anyone else, but I've declared that 2012 will be my year. Nothing's going to stop me, even the apocalypse. Not that I buy into any of those hokum predictions. Just know that the end of the world won't stop me from taking on this year my storm.

I have found an literary agency, and I'm slightly obsessed. I feel like it would be the right fit for me, and I'm absolutely determined to get a deal with them. Tomorrow my query letter goes off, and then the waiting begins. If I am lucky enough get represented, then -- agh, I can't even process how amazing that would be.

Speaking of amazing things, I saw The Girl With the Dragon Tattoo over break. One of my favorite books transformed into a movie by one of my favorite directors? Yes please. I'll have to write another whole post on how much I loved it. Just know that it's coming.

The History Channel is my new favorite thing. I had no idea how much information that I wanted was just waiting for me on my television while I attempted to Google it. I learned more in twenty minutes than I did in a week. Yes, THC will definitely be my new go-to for viewing pleasure.

I am constantly finding myself in need of the same inhuman drive that Daniel Radcliffe possesses. The man is incredible. I'm convinced that he can do anything.

Last night I couldn't sleep so I threw together a cover for The Decoder. It's not exactly how I want it to look yet, mostly because it's missing an explosion and a couple of hovercrafts, but it's getting so close. It almost feels like I'll be seeing it on shelves during my next visit to Barnes and Noble.

Listen to these kickin tunes:
My Body - Young the Giant
Faithless - City and Colour
Baby Girl, I'm a Blur - Say Anything
Welcome Home, Son - Radical Face
AND!
Safe and Sound - Taylor Swift ft. The Civil Wars

Bringing in the new year with a semi-good picture! Hopefully I'll be able to add many new files to my "Good Pictures" folder... probably not.

Video diary, day fifty six.

I'm sorry for not posting. Blame the French.

But the good news is that I only have one more exam before my month long break officially begins! It's just 30 minutes of Art History that's standing in the way of me and some glorious nap and American Horror Story time. And writing, of course. I've got notebooks to fill up before I get more.

Speaking of writing, I've done some excellent work in that department. I've completed the second draft of The Decoder, worked a lot on The Rogue General. And, equally as exciting, my good friend Tyler started to read The Decoder, and he said that it's really good so far. Now, Tyler loves a lot of things, but I honestly think he isn't just saying that. I screamed and cried tears of happiness anyway. No big deal.

Tomorrow Vivian and I will have our editing party. Which means hours of snacking and writing fuuuuuun. There will, of course, be pictures.

Listen!
Primavera - Ludovico Einaudi
I Wouldn't Mind - He Is We
Guns and Horses - Ellie Goulding
Jasey Rae (acoustic) - All Time Low
Misguided Ghosts - Paramore

I'd like to point out that these sorts of pictures only happen to me.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Z033qOyNyqg

Video diary, day fifty three.

I talked about it a bit in the video, but today was just a very, very strange day. I met some interesting people and  had a lot of really great conversations. And they came at a wonderful time, because I always need references for realistic dialect.

After completing my essay at the beautiful time of five o'clock this morning, I fell asleep for six hours and then proceeding to wallow in tiredness until Marley insisted I go out. After I got back I wrote about three good pages, scrapping a lot of the crap from the first draft. The key is pizza with pineapple. That is what gets the creative and productive juices flowing.

Listen!
Kids - MGMT
The Call -Regina Spektor
Only the Beginning of the Adventure - Narnia Soundtrack 

Check us out. Sophomore year, that's what's up.

Video diary, day fifty two.

Today has both been awesome and kind of weird. I woke up really late and then loaded up on caffeine and I read a lot but I feel like my writing just isn't very good today. I'm super happy but at the same time everything is depressing me? I don't know, something weird is going on with my brain. Maybe it's because my sleep patterns are eternally screwed. Thanks, college.

I have a paper to write, but after I'm done with that (it's only four to five pages), I'll be trying to work a little bit more. If I don't fall asleep. Honestly, I watched the video of me and Matt and Kelsey dancing like twelve times and started crying so I'm a little too fragile to write emotional stuff at the moment, and that's where I am in the book.

I have this really weird hate of silence. I absolutely hate it.
Hearts Out to Dry - Dia Frampton
Kids (MGMT cover) - Jack's Mannequin
Hello, Cold World (Paramore cover) - Sam Yung
Dance, Dance - Fall Out Boy
Helena Beat - Foster the People

Believe it or not, I'm actually sort of running out of bad pictures of myself. I've gone back to Facebook albums from sophomore year to make sure that I have enough to hold the blog over until there's another time I'm around a camera. This picture is from senior year, but omg sophomore year... they were dark times, Harry.

Video diary, day fifty one.

So, last night the internet was down. Campus wide. And even though I had this video all ready for upload at 10 p.m., for once, I couldn't do it. I was beyond frustrated, but I did get a lot of quality writing done. So far, I've added five pages and around 4,000 words. What's that smell? I think it's success.

I'm pretty pleased with how the ~new draft is coming together, although editing part two is causing a bit of a headache. I never counted on actually having to cut stuff out. It feels like I'm tearing the limbs off of my newborn child and replacing them with mechanical arms. That's so weird. I think I've been watching a little too much American Horror Story.

If you don't watch American Horror Story, I highly recommend that you start. It's not really scary, it's more messed up and confusing than anything else. Like I'm just now starting to understand what's going on. But I'm sure they'll pull something out of nowhere to give me more emotional stress. As though I didn't have enough anxiety over fictional characters already.

On a completely unrelated note, Dia Frampton just released her solo album and it is absolutely fantastic. That girl has been my hero since I was like twelve, and I am just too proud of her. Get it, girl.

I feel like I should make a list of people who I classify as one of my heroes. But that is just such a long list. I'll save it for an important speech that will be filmed, I think.

I would also like to let all of you know that Matt, Kelsey and I were asked to join a boy band. I'm the really good dancer in the middle, in case you couldn't tell.

Quality sounds:
Isabella - Dia Frampton
Sink - Brand New
Identify - The Maine
Cough Syrup - Young the Giant
Princess of China - Coldplay

Who said that college would make me mature...?