Hello good people of the world!

Or just Jamie, Emma, and Mozalie. Same difference. Good book by Siobhan Vivian. Highly recommended.

We've probably all seen New Moon. I got slightly hot when Jacob took his shirt off and showed off his like, EIGHT pack. It's a little abnormal but HOT. Graham is trying to get a six pack. That would be wicked sexy, at least in my humble opinion.

OH MY GOD HOUSE IN FIFTEEN I GOTTA DO THIS QUICK.

We said it.

I love you.

Let me set up the scene for ya, dearies:

We were sitting on his couch in his cozy apartment, watching "Atonement". The movie had only just begun maybe twenty minutes ago, and we had finally been left alone. His sister had logged off the computer, his mom was done sending emails. Finally alone.

Of course, when you leave lusty teenagers alone, things tend to happen. Like Graham wrapping his arms around me and sealing our lips in a tender but feverish lip-lock, with gentle occasional tongue. I folded my legs on the couch and leaned into him, my hands in his golden orange hair. His arms pulled me closer, our world dark and loving, as it always is when we have the time to construct it.

"I love you," he told me when we had broken apart, staring at each other, seeing ourselves in our eyes (pants).

I kissed him again. My mouth still on his, I whispered, "Really?"

We broke apart. "Really, babe," Graham said, his hand lightly on my curly dark hair.

I paused. My heart was flying, my insides were absent. "I love you too," I promised.

It was amazing.

I love it when he calls me babe. It's lightly possessive, and I love how he says it.

So! I've had a good amount of days. Times have really been good. I'm crazy tired and sore from Nordic all the time, and it's Project Season at school, but as long as he's around I feel like none of that bothers me. I still care a lot about school, but bad grades don't bother me as much, in the off chance that I get them. My head feels more level, my feet feel more on the ground. This time last year I was suffering, I was lonely. I'm not saying that I need Graham, but he sure makes everything a hell of a lot better.

Emma- I'm not going to lie, I was horrified when I read that story about Larry. What. The. Hell. What a creeper. Seriously. ADD or not, that's just, gawsh.

Let's see, what to talk about.

New Moon was kinda boring, not gonna lie. I mean, the action parts were good, but for the most part it dragged. And I found myself eating Sweet & Sour Twizzlers (THEY ARE LIKE CRACK!!), sipping my LifeWater (that I snuck in, hehehe) unbelievably bored except for the scenes where Jacob had his shirt off. Because you HAVE to admit, he is ripped. I wouldn't leave Graham for him but I would pay a little to touch those muscles of his.

I submitted a short story that I wrote to a contest! I think it's pretty good, it's called "A Trusting Presence" and it's about a girl named Fiona who learns to open up again after being assaulted by someone she thought she loved with all her heart. It's not really as serious as it sounds. It's written in kind of the same, sarcastic, biting humor as Amber, but less so.

Speaking of, I've been looking through this book my mom got me looking at agents. It's not that serious yet, I need to buy some post-its or something to bookmark agents that will cater to me, there's a surprising amount in that book who refuse YA. I guess there's a lot of bad YA writers out there. The thing is, I've been so fricking busy lately with everything that I just get home, do my homework, practice piano, go on the computer for a little bit, watch the show of the night (GLEE IS BEING REPLACED BY LOST FOR FOUR MONTHS OH MY GOD SOMEONE IS GOING TO DIE), then maybe texting or phone calling with Graham or a desperate attempt to catch up with reading, then a coma-like six to seven hour sleep. Repeat. I'm actually very surprised that it's December tomorrow. November just barely started!!

I am wicked tired and sore all the time, but I'm in love and he loves me back, and I feel complete even if it's completely wiped out. :)