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Every Wednesday, YA Highway asks their readership a simple question for you to answer on your blog. Once you answer, you leave your link in the comments for other readers to hop on board. This is Road Trip Wednesday.   Today's question : Give us the link to the best blog you ever posted. The best. Admittedly, I can't even choose a best friend - I have categories for those like best-friend-within-a-twenty-mile-radius and best-friend-who-could-be-my-mom. And the ladies of YA Highway, want me to pick one? Best Feline Entry Seven Stages of Loss According to Lucky . This is one of my better thought out blogs and explains a lot about The White One's psychology. It also has my favorite picture of him there. Best Generalist Entry The Peril of Fat Kid Logic . I battle this every day, so it's a subject close to my heart. Best Zombie Entry*   Power of Voodoo . This was one of the most interesting ones I've read. I also said that Miranda is too smart in this one....

Thanks to the girls at YA Highway yesterday , I got a five minute time waster. Alicia's Result: Triple Grande Vanilla Lattes and . . . other drinks on quiz: What Kind of Writerly Snack Are You? Who: Night Owls and Daredevils When: Morning, noon and night. It’s a writers’ life, yo. Why: Because all the greats were alcoholics. Because seven am comes way too early when you’ve been up writing until 4. Because you want to be one of those people who claims they just spit their coffee all over their keyboard cuz it was so funny! *passes baby wipes* Quiz School Take this quiz & get your result What Kind of Writerly Snack Are You? » ProProfs Quizzes Even though I joke about doing a drunken free-write, I'm not one for drinking while writing.* Caffeine-fueled is the way to go for creativity - mass quantities of Diet Coke, Rockstar Low Carb, and coffee get consumed. I do go through phases of Vanilla Latte Love. Out of all the fancy-pants drinks at Starbucks and Sea...

Like most writers, I'm a bibliophile. And like most bibliophiles, I spend a lot of free time where all things books lie. The place I haunted with the highest frequency was the now-defunct B Dalton in the mall with the Dunkin . The bookstore wasn't large. It was the size of a shoe store, actually. But it carried most new releases and had a decent Sci-fi/fantasy section. If I wanted a bodice ripper, I could've spent a week in there. And it's location was right next to work - ideal for my lazy ass. Date Tuesday, June 26, 2007 The Incident Disgruntled Cantibridgian The Story I needed to preorder and pick up a book. When I got to the store, there was a line. The fact that there was one should've told me to come back another day, but I stood in line anyway. I was the 3rd in line when you count the customer at the counter, an older black woman who reminded me of a lesser version of my education core professor sophomore year. I'll call her B Lite (even t...

Wednesday was the throwback to the teens day it seems. First, Nathan Bransford's You Tell Me and then YA Highway does their road trip back to teen writing . So while digging out the photos Thursday night, I also unearthed the journals. The thing you should know about me and journaling is that I've never done it right. I usually did the laundry list or spewed tons of hostility onto the page that never creeps out my pie hole. (And after reading a few entries from early 10th grade, be glad that it hasn't.) After a while, I would get bored. Number of journals I've tried to keep and ultimately failed: 3. The longest time that I kept a journal: 10 months. During this 10 month span, I managed to complete almost two volumes in neon pen with my overly large D'Nealian cursive. It was these journals that I pulled out last night. I found notes from my two best friends in high school plus little souvenirs from shows, trips, and anything related to boys I crushed on. The...

On Wednesday, number 1 agent crush, Nathan Bransford, blogged asking us about favorite books and worst outfit/ style as a teenager. Over 300 people shared their books and their now-horrifying, once-cool hairstyle and/ or outfit. I'll admit right now to reading every single comment and clicking through to the pictures. This got me a little nostalgic. So last night instead of working on FALLING TO NORMAL, I poured over old pictures to scan and upload. (Old = 1993 - 2004ish.) I think I might do a couple of posts over the next few weeks showcasing some of them, but right now it's all about the bad teen hair and fashion sense. For your viewing horror, I present the three worst on-profane pictures of me from the teen years. I hated my straight hair and wanted it curly. Don't mock; it was a trend. Back then, I wanted to be trendy. We couldn't afford for me to go get my hair permed so my mother bought a DIY kit. You can see the awesome end result here. Complete with hu...

I wanted to post an entry today, but we're at our month end in the office which means I'm doing number crunching. While I'm nursing a 6 hour old coffee and a massive crick in my neck, here is a blast from MySpace past (where I would randomly blog when I was bored.) September 11, 2006 Lobster Cappucino?! It's true. There is something out there called lobster cappucino. Everyone I had asked over 2 months had the same response: a confused expression with a nose wrinkle and an uttered "ew." No one knew what it was, but it sounded gross. I found it vaguely disturbing, but I now understand. It's a thicker lobster bisque served in an espresso cup. That's all. And they charge something like $20 per person to have this at your wedding's cocktail hour. As you can probably guess, I was in the middle of wedding planning. We didn't end up at whatever facility this was because any place that offers lobster in an espresso cup is way to frou-fr...