Of Trees and Page Numbers

I know I have not written in a very, very long time and this may seem like rather a strange reason to start up again, but something has just been brought to my attention: the recent popularity of e-books. Just a few minutes ago, my attention was caught by an article on one of the, "little-known benefits" of them: eco-friendliness. Now, why this should be little-known is a mystery to me: it seems it should be pretty obvious that e-books reduce the amount of trees being cut down. And here is where my dilemma begins: I am an avid advocate of environmental friendliness. After all, if the earth were to cease to exist, everything humans have worked for would, too, so, in my opinion, the environment is the single most important issue. However, it has always been my dream to see a novel I wrote published. Something I can hold and flip through, see my words on a printed page, see my name on the cover. If there were to be a complete switch to e-books, I would never get to experience this. I can see my stories published digitally anytime I want: it is an easy task to self-publish stories on the web. But to hold something you wrote in your hands is something entirely different.
And thus begins my dilemma.
Undecidedly,
Rosie L.

Novelties

I suppose, in the interest of consistancy, that I need to do another one of these for my new friends (which I should have done quite a while ago-- I'm already in the second semester).
L- new bestie
To- new friend
L- ditto
Nc-.... ditto
Iz- ditto
H- ditto
Dy- nerdiest of nerdy
Tm- his twin?!
Au- ???

This list seems to be sadly lacking compared to the old one...

Of Mushrooms and Drudgery

Time to type in website: half a sencond. Time to navigate to website: anywhere from a second to several minutes, depends on my computer's mood. Time to sign in: a couple seconds. Time to go to "New Post": a couple more seconds. Time to compose my post: tenish to twentyish minutes. Time to post on my blog: not altogether long enough for me to keep putting it off.
i.e. From here on out, I am writing in my blog at least every other day. This is my plan.
Life lately has fallen into a monotonous routine. No explosions. No ridiculously good-looking transfer students. No random appearances in other realms. Only school, rehearsal, homework, bed. Every single day.
We are, however, putting on quite the play for school. Alice in Wonderland. And I am... the Caterpillar. Two hours of sitting on a mushroom and smoking a hookah. Sounds like a good time to me. Of course, Dy (nerdiest of nerdy) is in it. And, you know, the theater crowd is pretty fun. So rehearsals aren't bad. But the rest of school... what drudgery! And you know what's funny? Despite the fact that last year, I was anticipating every aspect of my life here, now... now I really want to go back to last year. I want to live with N again. I want to not have to care about school. I want to giggle over Herman and mischievious hyjinks.
But here's the good news. Mostly due to the influence of Dy, I have become so much more of an otaku. Last year, my otaku roots had started slipping out from under my fingers, but now they're back. In fact, I think I am more the otaku than I ever have been. Which of course means more anime and less blogging. But I'm getting back into blogging again. I will.