So, other people have already posted about Six Flags, but I am going to do it myself now. So, Friday, my sister Karen and I drove up to Longview—long drive. Jodie and I ate supper at Applebee’s—yummy! Then we got up at 6:30 Saturday morning—much too early for a Saturday morning. We stopped to get gas which wound up taking around half an hour because I got witnessed to by the gas attendent. That was interesting. I think he was Muslim, but I’m not sure. I couldn’t understand him very well because English was his second language. I’d never really been in that position before. As I said, it was interesting. So then we got to Dallas (without getting lost, huzzah to me) and saw Carolyn and Amanda in Carolyn’s foyer. I was going out to get my contacts when I heard a “psst” from above him. I didn’t know who would be “psst”ing since I didn’t think anyone was in the house, so I ignored it at first. Finally, I looked up and saw—da da na da!—Shawna no-last-name!! (security reasons, you know) I said, “HI!” then a confused look crossed my face and I said, “You’re not supposed to be here.” So Shawna got to come! It was awesome.

So, I was adventurous at Six Flags. I rode Batman—my first upside and dangly feet rollar coaster!! Wowee!! Then I rode Superman, which was like the Fiesta Texas Scream, which shoots you strait up and down. That one was fun. Oh yeah. We also rode the water ride and the little rollar coasters and the bobsled and Sponge Bob (the brain-cell killer). And Amanda and I rode the swings and the log ride while the others were on the Titan, which we refused to go on. We also got to ride the carosal. It was so much fun.

Ah! They just blew up the president on the TV show I’m watching! That’s not good.

So, we went swimming that night at Carolyn’s after eating fondue (hey Strongbad, I brought back your fondue pot). The next morning, Jodie and I drove back to Longview. There was a stupid bird walking across the road and it wouldn’t fly away. There was a car next to me and a car behind me, so I couldn’t really move (come on, we were in Dallas!). I kept remembering Driver’s Ed: “Never swerve for the birds.” So yeah, I ran over a bird. And then, we were trying to get on the highway. There was a semi right next to us, so I sped up to get around it, and guess what? the semi sped up too. How stupid can you be. So my lane ended, the semi’s coming into us, and it was a little freaky. So I honked (yay!) and let him go by. Stupid semis. I got to eat lunch with Lina, which was fun. I got the recording of us singing “Scarborough Faire” yay! The drive back was interesting—Karen and I were both hyper, plus, I was tired. It was fun.

Okay, that’s a long enough post for now. :-)

Annie/Sam

!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!THE SPURS WON!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!11

YES!!!!!!!!! Ha ha ha!! 81 to 74. Oh yes, go Spurs. :-D

The Spurs are winning! Yay! They'd better win, let me tell you! GO SPURS GO! :-D So, today, I suddenly realized that I can go to Six Flags day afterall--the only problem is that I can't get through to Carolyn 'cause she's working as a camp counselor this week. I don't want to just show up on their doorstep tomorrow and say, "Hey, can I stay here tonight?" That would be wrong. Plus, I wouldn't be able to find their doorstep since I can't get a hold of her for directions. :::sigh::: The things we go through for friends.

So, a couple nights ago, I dreamed that I was at this ganster place. I went to find Karen and Harry for a quick get-away, so I left the car running. I forgot that we were in a ganster place, and it took longer than I thought to find them, so somebody stole our car!!! I distinctly recall falling to my knees, throwing my hands to the sky and crying, "WEEEEENDY!!!!" And then, I was somebody from another country who came to America and got captured in this fortress or something, and the evil twin girls from X-files were there trying to kill us, and I was Scully trying to stop them. It was weird. That dream was a mix of 24, X-files, and my brother's video game. Last night, I dreamed again that somebody stole my car, this time with me inside! This creepy little man got into the car, and I said, "What the heck are you doing?" and he said, "Getting into your car." And I said, "Get into your own car!" in a very derisive voice. Ha ha, you tell those car-jackers . . .

On another note, I've gotten farther than ever in my written story! Did I already say that? But now I'm at a dilema. As I told my siblings, "Never write a story where the evil villain is a brilliant strategist unless you are one yourself." Darn that villain, why'd he have to be so bright? It took me forever to come up with a strategy for the bad guys to attack the good guys, and it's so good, that now I'm having trouble figuring out how the good guys will actually win. :::sigh::: The price we pay for epic novels.

Rock on Spurs!! YAY!!!

So this time, the reason I haven't updated in forever is because I've been lazy. But it's nice to be lazy. Thanks to everybody who commented! I appreciate it a lot. And you don't have to comment every time you read; I was being whiney, sorry about that. Ah! The episode of 24 ended! A cliffhanger. Anyway, I've been having a good summer. No stinkin' job yet. Which probably means ever. Oh well. I'm working on the rest of that epic novel, ;-). I've gotten farther than ever before! I just introduced a character who has been around since the beginning (nearly five years ago), but has never been introduced in the written drafts. Yay! I'd better go because I have an appointment in the morning. So, I'll tell you about my freaky x-files dream later. He he.

Alright, I confess! I can’t take it anymore! ;-) So, the reason I haven’t updated in forever is not because I haven’t wanted to update in forever—I even thought out a lengthy post about my cool birthday—it’s because I got mad that nobody ever comments on my blog. I’m sorry. It’s just that, when I see no comments on my blog and bagillions on other people’s blogs, I wonder if anybody actually reads my blog. Which they may not. But if you read my blog and have time, just drop a note to let me know you read it. You don’t even have to say anything relevant to the post; just let me know how you’re doing. Now that that’s taken care of, onto the reason I have broken my long vow of silence:

I GOT REJECTED!!!

I’m so excited! My first rejection slip was waiting for me (in my specially labeled self-addressed-stamped-envelope) when I got home from college! Apparently it had been waiting for me since sometime in April (the date was smudged out). Anyway, it was so exciting! You don’t know how long I’ve been waiting for my first rejection, how many times I’ve wondered which of my stories would hold the honored position of first rejected, how many years I’ve been waiting for this moment! Okay, before you think I’m totally insane, most authors (in fact, no author that I’ve heard off) aren’t accepted on their first try, so I was expecting to be rejected. The excitement comes from the fact that I actually sent something off, I’ve been acknowledged by a publisher, and I got a letter addressed to “author.” I’m an author! Of course, it was definitely a form letter—“Dear author, from the editors,” but it was still a letter. Yay! So, June 9th marked a momentous occasion in the life and career of Anne M. BEEP. What was that? Oh right, no last names for security sake :::wink wink double grin:::.

Of course, with the rejection does come a little bit of insecurity, which I was feeling before I got the letter, namely: Is my story really publisher ready? I hope so. If I have to read it again, I think I’ll puke. Oh oh, and along story lines! I’m on Chapter 48 of Book 2 (they’re short chapters). I’m almost to Part 3! Yay! exciting!

So, I’ve been enjoying my time at home. I’ve been swimming twice, I cleaned two shelves and a drawer, I ate cookie dough ice cream!! (here’s to the CD club and the good ol’ days of summer! :::miss you, Leo::::), watched my third R movie (it was a pretty cool movie, but it was rated R pretty much only for the swearing which really got to me, so I think I’ll stick to my general no R policy—I mean really, people good think of better ways to express themselves than cussing all the time—I do ;-) ), I’ve written a little, read a little, and we started this summer’s marathon of Veinticuatro (24). Yay! And hopefully I’ll get a job soon. ::::singing:::: “I guess you’ll say, what can make me feel this way? Money, money, money, talkin’ ‘bout money.” :::stops singing:::: “It’s money, not Ares! Sorry Ares, but when it comes right down to it, I just love money more than you . . . ” Some people and their boyfriends . . . ;-) Annnnyway, what was I saying?

Oh yeah, I’m 20!!! Weird, huh? I got the entire set of the Archives of Anthropos for my birthday! I’m reading the Tower of Geburah right now. It’s not the same as I remember it (definitely written for children), but I still like it. I love the blue light, plus I haven’t read the last book yet. And anyway, now I have the set for if I ever have kids (I’ve been writing my story too much, I nearly wrote my language’s word for kid instead of English . . . sheesh). I also got Eragon (I’ve been wondering about it forever—I’m sure I can write that well :::wink wink::: and Earthsea. (By the bye, those were from Mom and Dad, the B------s no last names for security sake [Lina’s family], and Lina respectively.) Harry gave me the first season of Gargoyles on DVD! For once, a cartoon was better than I remembered it! (I know, needless italic, but I felt like emphasizing.) That was really fun. I enjoyed it during my long, lonely hours at school . . . . And I wasn’t scared because I had Darth Vader to protect me! Karen gave me a stuffed Darth Vader who breaths and says, “You don’t know the power of the dark side!” Although, that is creepy to hear in your sleep . . . (accidentally squeezed him). (Another needless italic, but I just wanted you to understand my emphasis.)

Well, now I think I’ll either read the rest of The Tower of Geburah or write the awesome duel scene from my epic novel number two part three!! Da da da da! (oh oh, here’s for Shawna: da na na na na!! It’s coming from your house! Da na na NA na!)

Goodbye my imaginary and adoring public! Until you read again!

Anne M. No Last Names for Security Reasons

P.S. Why are my posts always so long?