Happy Halloween! Today was fun! The picture above was just SOME of the people at the party. It was epic crazy. It made really tired though. :/ I won't be able to stay up so late to start NaNoWriMo then.
Yes, I am doing NaNoWriMo with a lot of other people. My idea is below. Don't steal it please. DD:! IF YOU DO I WILL SHOOT YOU.
"""A young girl, roughly seventeen or eighteen, has always been known for her outstanding, unique talent in the arts. She was quiet, always quiet. Always obeyed rules. But there was this party, and she risks it all. She breaks all the rules. The next morning, her life, reputation, everything is ruined. So the next thing she knows, she is on a transatlantic flight to London. She doesn’t know anyone in London, but her fascination with the location has always known that is where she would go. She has nothing except her suitcase and art supplies. She tries to get a flat, but it’s too expensive, so she gets a little apartment in the suburbs of London. She doesn’t have any money to give her a stable life, so she has horrible living conditions, much worse than the ones back home in Omaha. She paints and photographs things, trying to sell her arts for at least some money. When that doesn’t work, she actually goes to look for a job. The girl finds a few jobs, and applies to them. She gets a job as a waitress and gets very low pay, but enough to support her bills and some food. Her manager and coworkers soon notices her arts when they come to her apartment for a small get together. The manager asks to hang her works in the restaurant, and offers many pounds. This man who comes from Manchester notices her paintings. He starts to fall in love with this girl who he thinks he knows because of her paintings. Although, he never knows whom this girl is. Later on, this same man is throwing a masquerade party, and has the restaurant that the girl works at cater the party. As the party goes on, the girl goes out to cater for the party, handing out appetizers. As she is bored, she doodles on a napkin and signs it, just leaving it on the table. This man sees it, and calls for her. Not knowing where his mysterious artist is. He looks all over during the party, not knowing who he was looking for."""
31 October, 2008
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awww your friends are kyoot =]
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