Anyway, this shall be a happy journal about the last three days in which I encountered the evil eye, my birthday, accomplishment of life, and numerous other things I decide to put here.

Connor's brother gave me a weird look, which i've now dubbed the "evil eye" and used ~RebeccaVI as a human shield while cracking histerically up. Sorry 'bout that. XDDD

Anyway, my birthday was yesterday, which I got some presents and undying love from my friends and family. The presents part was minimal, but what more could I ask for? XD I love my friends. (I know that sounds fake and corny, but it's actually true. XDDD I could go on a huge rant about this subject, but I'm not going to.) Also, the title of this journal was inspired by my sister who wouldn't stop touching my cake while it was sitting out there and she just aggravated me even more by petting it. XDDD Fail, ~OxieMora btw, I'm fifteen now.

Oh yeah, I also burned my wrist with a hair straightener three days ago. XDDD Since my wrists are small, I thought I could slide it between the... um, what are they called? Jaws? Idk. Anyway, so I fit my wrist between them, and yes, I COULD fit it between them, but the hair straightener was on and I twitched, slightly clamping it shut, thus burning my wrist. New level of emo. lol

As for accomplishment of life, I finished my final draft of my book. And "final draft" meaning it's 3/4's way to perfection and awesomeness. It's... I think 358 pages long and 49 chapters, practically 136 pages longer than my rough draft and like 15 chapters longer. Epic fail. I finished this on the 16th I think. A day before my birthday, so I was still fourteen when I wrote it. That makes me happy.

And before you say anything about that, i'm going on a mini-rant here. About young authors. I really hate it when people underestimate my writing because I'm what, barely fifteen? Yes, there are a ton of people out there who say they're going to write a book, and then you look at it, and you see how horrid it is, but say it's great and inflate their ego a bit. But I believe, that if you actually want to make a living off writing, and you slave over the pen and paper until your fingers bleed (exaggeration), then you will write something decent. I know a lot of people who write really well, even my friends, and they work at it a lot just like I do. But yeah, my trade is just writing stories. XDD I can't write a poem to save my life.

Continuing on: I will give you a bio of my main characters and a brief summary of the story if you note me. XDD Don't worry about bothering me or anything, I really have no life and you guys amuse me. XDDD

Things to fix: Beginning, ending, and overall sentence structure. Looking over my rough draft was probably the most horrifying experience of my life. I'm not kidding. Okay, never mind, I've had another horrifying experience this week, so that's an over-exaggeration. Never mind that. lol. I seriously can't believe how I wrote back then, it was really horrid. But now I know how much better I've gotten. XDDD

Um, that's about all. Happy holidays!