Things Have Changed For Me…(ten billion Libby points to whoever can name the song that comes from.)

“I HAVE CHANGED, AND YOU’LL DEAL WITH IT.” -Me.

I have changed.  So much.  It’s crazy.  I think I’m more accepting of myself now.  And I’ve decided that I will no longer post chapter books…only one shots.  I’m best at one shots.  I write them like crazy, about one every day, so I’ll be more active on FP, too.  (: Grape Juice is down…sorry.  BUT BUT BUT.  I posted a new one shot a few days agoo…AND I HAZ PICTURES! (:

Oliver: http://p20.metroflog.com/pictures/579/33/5/2533579_ALXLADOPAYSDLYP.jpg Alex Evans.  He fits Oliver, all the way.

Olivia: http://www.erintcollins.com/new%20etc/headshots/ErinC_3718.jpg I don’t know who this is…but I think its some Erin Collins.  She fits Olivia, all the way. 

More soon.

xo,

hollywood/neon.

Ohh…Emm…Gee.

“New story!” -Me.

“WHERE?” -Kayla. 

“FP.” -Me.

*Kayla gasping for breath*

“Yeah.  It’s poems.” -Me.

“Awwwwwwww!” -Kayla.

 

Mhmmm.  It’s true.  I’m writing a new story.  I dont’ know what I want to call it, but I’m halfway through.  It’s written in poem form.  Kind of like Sonya Sones’s books.  If you haven’t read them, you TOTALLY should.  They’re amazing.  MurphMan foo lyfe!  Sorry.  Had a moment.  So yeah, the story will be up soon.  Hopefully.  Grape Juice is at a stand still, unfortunately.  I know what’s gonna happen, I’m just not writing.  OH MY LANTA!  I forgot one of my favorite FP authors updated today and I didn’t read it.  AHH.  Yay.  Fun.  Nothing else really to say.  Sorry.  WAAAAIT.  I might post just a few poems (not relating to anything else, ever) because I’ve been writing them a lot lately.  All about romance, of course. 

xo,

hollywood/neon.

I Have Nothing.

“So you don’t like him?” -Alex.

“Yeah, I do.” -Me.

“But you just said…” -Alex.

“Screw what I said.  And screw her too.” -Me.

“Whatever you say, Miss PMS…” -Alex.

“SHUDDUP ALEX!” -Me.

 

Ignore the title. 

That’s just the song I’m listening to.

I figured I should blog about now.

SO:

I’m writing a lot. 

Just not Grape Juice, which is weird.

Usually I can’t stop getting ideas for it.

And I’ve decided to re-do the story…(I still can’t get the title down) after Grape Juice is going again. 

xo,

hollywood/neon.

Edward101, You’ll Like This.

“I miss you.” -Me

“I miss you too.” -Alex.

“How can you miss me?” -Me.

“You keep my head from getting big.” -Alex.

“Telling you that you look like a hippie keeps your head from getting big?” -Me.

“Yeah.” -Alex

“Well then.  You look like a hippie.” -Me.

“Love you too.” -Alex.

…

I’m seriously thinking about re-doing that story (I forgot the title, how disgraceful!)  about that huge Italian family…with Leo and Delilah.  Because I’m not doing much writing-wise, and their voices keep popping in my head going, “Write me in.  Write me in,” when I’m working on Grape Juice or my untitled story.  And I miss Leo a lot. 

So be happy, because it could happen.

COULD.

NOT WILL.

COULD (and probably should), mind you.

xo,

hollywood/neon.

YAY. I’m So Good (not.)

“When are you gonna update?” -Kayla.

“Soon.” -Me.

*ten minutes later.*

“So…updating yet?” -Kayla.

“Not yet.” -Me.

*twenty minutes later.*

“How’s that story coming?” -Kayla.

“It’s coming.” -Me. 

*five minutes later.*

“Updating in thirty seconds.” -Me.

“oOOOOOooOOOO!  5…4…3…2…1!” -Kayla.

“That was only five seconds.  Give me twenty.” -Me.

*twenty seconds later.*

“NOW.” -Kayla.

“UPDATED!” -Me.

“RECIEVED!” -Kayla.

“CHINCILLA!” -Me.

 

Grape Juice is no longer on hiatus. 

WHOOP.

Christmas is over, and that means my presents are done.

And my other story is being written now.

AND Grape Juice was updated.

AND AND My, My, My…was updated too!

YAY.

I’m seriously ready to do the Running Man right now, I’m so happy. 

But Alex would laugh.

So I won’t.

But still.

Give me props.

Two updates yesterday?

AND AND AND I edited My, My, My, so it wasn’t completely crappy!

GO ME.

Excitedly Yours,

hollywood/neon.

News, news, news.

“I have news.” -Me

“You’re getting a hair cut?!” -Ben.

“My feet hurt.” -Me.

…

Ack, okay.

Grape Juice is on haitus. 

Sorry, it just is.

I’ve got jillions of stories to write for Christmas presents, and new ideas for novellas keep popping into my head at the worst times.

So, there’s four new stories I’m writing, plus Grape Juice, PLUS, I’m trying to keep up with all that’s happening with My, My, My…

Yeah.

Be prepared for almost no updates soon.

Really really sorry, but it has to happen.

Sorrowfilledly (again, is that a word?) yours,

neon/hollywood.

Meltdown!

“AMBER: Do you not check your e-mail now, or what?!  I’ve sent you like a billion messages and you never reply!

ME: My computer suffered a mental breakdown.  It’s at therapy.

AMBER: I hope it brings some Kleenex back, because it’ll be mourning your death if you don’t answer my e-mails soon!” -some threatening dialouge from a conversation with a friend of mine.

 

I am so freaking sorry that I didn’t update when I told you I would, but I have an excuse, even if it is the lamest one out there: my laptop broke.  It suffered a mental breakdown (it crashed) and so we had to ship it away to therapy (the repairman).  It took sososo long!  And when we got it back, I got on it only to find that all of my work–writing, drawing, photography, everything–had been wiped out.  So now I’m ready to kill something, I’m in such a rage.  BUT, I do remember a little of what I wrote for the newest chapter of Grape Juice, and I know where I was going with it, so it should be posted within the next week.  DAMN!  I am soo freakin’ MAD!

Rageiliciously yours,

neon/hollywood.