Confession2: I haven't been editing.
Confession 3: I love Phineas and Ferb. Seriously I watch at LEAST an hour of the show a day. I bought a Perry the Platypus for myself-- not my two year old daughter-- and I hide him around my classroom so I can hear my students say, "Where's Perry?"
Confession 4: I read 8 books in the month of September. That's almost as much as I read all summer.
When I finish reading this blog I will continue reading Candor.
DEEP DARK CONFESSION: Due to my lack of writing/editing or doing anything creative, my brain did something terribly humiliating...
It came up with an idea for Phineas and Ferb Fan Fiction.
It blended all the YA books I've been reading and Phineas and Ferb.
It flashes forward 6 years and now the boys are teenagers, Candace is home from college. Phineas discovers that Isabella is a girl and really wants to touch her, but after Vajgeets accidental touching of a girl resulting in 16 hours of meeting with the guidance councilor and sexual harassment training, Phineas opts to keep his hands to himself.
Ferb is devastated because despite finding dark matter and doing the impossible time and time again, the pesky age of consent law is keeping him away from Vanessa. Vanessa decides she doesn't want to wait another two years for Ferb (after all she might be a little bit evil but some laws can't be broken because it's just creepy) she opts to marry Carl the Intern. Ferb is horrified. Carl has been an intern for six years, how can anyone work somewhere for college credits for six years and not get hired or get a degree. Beside Ferb is British and that's way cooler than being American.
There's a whole subplot with Doof and Perry teaming up to stop the wedding.
***hangs my head in shame***
I'm SUCH A LOSER--- this was BY FAR my geekiest moment on this blog ever.
I REALLY NEED TO START WRITING.
In other news I'm going to the Virgin Mobile Fest on Saturday. Mostly because it's free and 10 minutes from my house. There's really NO excuse not to go. Jimmy Eat Work will be there. That's all I care about.
Hubby and I went last year... we saw a fight between drunk preppy people---awesome. We saw a couple breaking up in the middle of the concert but stuck it out because they needed to ride home together and he was REALLY REALLY into Weezer.
Maybe I'll post the exploits from last year on the blog next week and compare it with this years activities..