I'm now *teen! As of Wednesday, I'm a whole year older, and I am the proud owner of the most awesome boots I have ever seen. They're Doc Martins with roses up the sides, and as of yet no Nazi-eyed teacher has caught me wearing them.

And I won this for my Ouran HSHC fic:



Hoping to improve that place next time. Though that's an under-five-hundred-words contest this month, so maybe not.

Is there anything more epic than shouting along with Mika's We Are Golden on full blast? I don't think I've found it yet.

NaNoWriMo starts in a month, and my planning's going fine. I'm down to the scene-by-scene plan now, which will be quite a bit longer than the Shaman one was, as this is 175 pages of prose, as opposed to 100 pages of formatted script.

Party tomorrow with the gang. The one and only big group sleepover I'll ever have under this roof, and I'm really excited!