In Which Ella Goes on an Aborted Hike

At around four o’clock today, I had this genius plan that I was going to go hiking in the reservation on the mountain behind my house and watch the sunset over the city. I got as far as the base of the trail, right next to Tal’s house, before realizing that walking around the woods on a dirt path next to the edge of a cliff alone in the dark would be a spectacularly bad idea. Besides, the sky was incredibly hazy and I could barely make out the buildings.

The sky just looked sickly and not at all as beautiful as it does on your average fall day. And when I looked down at all of the trees, I could only see how they were maimed–their prematurely departed leaves and missing branches. The sidewalks were lined with limbs, some had already been chopped up for collection, and others were still in their natural form, too newly dead to have their leaves brown and crinkly and their wood dry and brittle.

But then I found piece of a branch that looked like a pair of shorts and a bunch of brilliantly red leaves, and my aborted mountain hiking mission seemed like it had been worth something, after all.

In other news, I voted! I made my mom take a picture of me right outside of the polling location, the fire station, once I was done, but it turned out horribly. Every time I try to get her to take a picture of me it turns into me instructing her on how to operate the camera and then her taking really bad pictures of me. But because I find terrible pictures amusing and also very much appreciate exactly how AWFUL I look on four hours of sleep and no makeup or hair care. Also, I think that my unbuttoned second coat button is what really makes the picture.

For the month, you can find me updating my word count on NaNoWriMo here. (I need to do it more regularly so that it doesn’t become flat for a few days, only to receive an enormous spike, indicating that I somehow magically wrote about twelve thousand words in one day.)

And as always, you can also find me on tumblr at, if, you know, you’re into that kind of thing.

On Childhood Songs, Turning Eighteen, Going to the Beach, and Becoming a Real Life Voter

When I was a little girl, one of my favorite songs was “Going to the Zoo Tomorrow.”

This version isn’t the same as the one of the CD, which was infinitely better.

It’s the sort of song that I still think about a lot. I like to sing it when I’m going to be going some place terribly exciting the next day or whenever I’m home alone and feeling a little bit scared. I just change the words to fit the setting. Anyways, we’re going to the Cape tonight until Monday or Tuesday. And in my world this ranks as EXTREMELY IMPORTANT JUMP UP AND DOWN NEWS.

It’s going to be excellent for many reasons. I plan on taking walks incredibly early in the morning, eating ice cream, going kayaking, reading on the porch, writing on the porch, sleeping on the porch, staring at the water on the porch. There may or may not be a theme to what I’m excited about.

Also, I’m going to turn 18 tomorrow, which is a moderately big deal. I had a very nice, small party last night that’ll I’ll write about soon. I’m going to celebrate by going out to dinner, eating clam chowder and Milky Way ice cream (not at the same time), and writing. It should be a pleasant day.

In other news, I just filled my voter registration forms. This is definetly the best part about being eighteen. Well, this and buying those things they advertise on Nickelodeon.