Writing, Mexico, and Sleep Deprivation (dangerous combo...)

Yeah, I so didn't get chapter 5 done. I would say it's close to halfway, maybe a little over it, but I have no idea. Things seem to enjoy dragging themselves out, so I could be completely wrong. I did notice though, that having somebody edit it, and then going over the edits for days on end, seems to make me keep up with writing, cause it's always fresh in my mind. Yet, I've also found that talking to people, and reading certainly take away from a creative drive, and I mean by a lot. Doing something that isn't using that burst of ideas litterally is very draining, of it, as well as me in general, cause all I wanna think about is writing, yet I have to think about English, or Math, or Chem, or French, etc. And it ends up driving me nuts. So don't be surprised if I start to suddenly disappear a lot more than I used to on Friday's and such, I've decided I need time to work upon my story as well.

I did get an iPod yesterday, early for my 16th birthday. It's rather fun to play around with, and it shall be very useful on the way down to Mexico, as well as going back up. Now for those of who are going, "Wait.. Mexico? Since when are you going to Mexico??" Well, basically it's a mission trip down to Ensenada. If that's spelled right, go me. Anyways, it's during spring break, so yes, I have to give that week of break up. Not only that, I have to miss the friday before so that I can ride the bus down to San Diego, for Saturday we go into Mexico and get settled. Sunday we go to our respective churches, Monday starts the official VBS part, we have 4 whole days there, friday we pack up, and head all the way home, getting there at about.. ohh 12am-2am. And that's not including the 20 minute drive home. So... that week I won't be doing much more than sleeping, eating, going to the bathroom, and focusing on the haze of spanish words whirling around me at the site. They do speak english at base camp, but I mean, you're in MEXICO they still call the bathroom a banyo(with the accent, yes) and say Hola all the time, and they wake us up with blasting music... and the place where breakfast is is up this insanely steep and huge hill that you could seriously injure yourself if you fell down, and feels like you could at any moment. Oh! And the tacos... I love La Sierra, best tacos ever. Completely authentic, and it even passes Azusa's regulations to allow us to "officially" eat there. Not that we didn't before the approved it.

And yeah. That's where I finish and probably wander off to do sleep. Good luck you other authors...!