thecactushead

#3! And yes, I'm slow.

 

( haha, I forgot to do this. )

 

I'm hyper. =3

Five-Minute Theatre Special Feature
Jesse & Patricia's Romance
from Fragile Little Things

SCENE: Goodie Goodie Policewoman meets Evil Mass Murderer.

GOODIE: Ew, you're gross! D:

MURDERER: I'll grow on you.

GOODIE: I'm only helping you because you're the brother of my boss and I have potential to do Good Deeds! (and because you're kind of stupid and adorable despite what people have told me.)

MURDERER: I SACRIFICE MYSELF TO SAVE YOU. i'mromantic.

GOODIE: Guilt complex!

MURDERER: I SACRIFICE MYSELF AGAIN BECAUSE... well, because I'm an idiot.

GOODIE: Guilt complex 2.0! I should go help him!

MURDERER: >=D I knew I'd grow on you. I'M ADORABLE IN A WEIRD WAY.

OMG FORBIDDEN R-RATED SCENE THAT I CONVENIENTLY GLOSSED OVER GOES HERE.

GOODIE: Guilt complex, Beta edition!

MURDERER: We can never be together because I am Evil Mass Murderer and I'm innocent (sorta) but no one will ever accept me! WE R INCOMPATIBLES.

GOODIE: D:

MURDERER: *poof* Vanish!

BOSSWOMAN/EVIL MURDERER'S SISTER: WELL AT LEAST YOU KNOW YOU CAN FIND LOVE.

 *fin*


Linx says (9:56 PM):
 XD
 I love it!
Teague [Anna Molly]   says (9:56 PM):
 Epic romance is epic.
 And makes no sense to me. xD
Linx says (9:56 PM):
 It makes sense to meeee!
Teague [Anna Molly]   says (9:57 PM):
 Good! xD

Saturday, September 19

Yay CWC meet-up! First order of business was actually my sociology class, which consisted of a brief ramble about what we were doing that day, a trek to the library, and a twenty-minute group activity + summary. Of course, this meant class was roughly half an hour instead of three hours, also meaning I was stuck where I was because my ride was busy shopping. On the plus side, I did score two popsicles after about an hour of tooling around on Facebook, and I did half of my remaining homework (I should probably finish the last part).

The actual write-in was epic, albeit a little chilly in the study room. I managed to hammer out Chapter 20, which took pretty much the entire four hours we were there. And I'd have to say it was a little random -- we had some lady stalk us from across the street with a video camera, and we also had the only cloud capable of doing so dump several buckets of rain on us. The storm moved in from the north, but my house (to the north) didn't get any rain. I would've said it was symbolic if things had gone badly.

Sunday, September 20

My brother picked me up around three-ish and we drove the half hour down to Tempe, where we stopped at Red Robin for dinner (I love honey mustard, and I think he was ready to smack me after the fifth time I said that) and then went down to the venue (a lovely outdoor lakeside place), where we checked out the merch booths before staking a claim to some territory and snapping some pictures. There were a heck of a lot of beach balls bouncing around, most of them in the non-drinking section (they had a fenced-off section for the 21+ crowd, separated from the non-drinkers by an aisle made from security barricades), and someone even had a giant inflatable Pepsi can. It hit my brother in the head and I got a good whack at it. On the downside, it kept falling into the security aisles, but they kept throwing it back until the drinking crowd stole it about three songs into Flogging Molly's set.

Speaking of which, FM was the first band on (at like, 6:30), and Dave King (the Irish-born lead singer) immediately complained about the heat, pausing later on to remark on the sun going down. FM were epic, of course -- they're a great live band, with a lot of energy and really great crowd banter (Dave likes to ask who's Irish in the crowd, then tells a little bit about Oliver Cromwell's attempts to eliminate the Irish, and then says "But between you, me, and the four walls, it's not like he fucking succeeded, right?" before launching into "Tobacco Island" which is a fabulous song). My brother and I were right behind the mosh pit (which, IMHO, is a pointless endeavour), and once he figured out how to take not-blurry photos, we got some good ones and had an awesome time.

Between bands, we snuck away for some water and a bathroom break before ending up in an impromptu volleyball game with some other kids there -- one of the girls called it "retard ball" because it was played extraordinarily badly -- while waiting for Social Distortion to set up. At one point or another I noticed the large crowd of people watching from the lake bridge, which was actually a relatively clever idea. Anyway, Social D came on, and although I don't know their stuff *nearly* as well as I know Flogging Molly, they were still awesome.

They wrapped up around ten p.m., and I bought my brother a smoothie (the Jamba Juice truck was selling them for $1 after the show ended) before he took me home. I seriously have the best brother in the world -- one ticket cost $45 plus a $7 surcharge, then dinner was about $10, then $3 for a water, and on top of that, he had to drive me home after the concert, then drive all the way back because he lives only a few miles from the venue. I'm pretty sure he called in sick to work the next day (sanctioned by Mike Ness, the lead singer, who specifically said since it was a Sunday, we should all skip work/school the next day. I think it might be an odd compliment to punk rock that I went to school anyway), but the effort was awesome.

"Happy early birthday, by the way."

Monday, September 21

This day could've gone a lot better, and thank heavens I have DVR otherwise I'd be a mad panda. I knew that there would be some noise interference from my dad's girlfriend's kids, but the fact that her son was on the computer (which is behind the couch in the living room) for two hours, occasionally making sound effects and cranking the volume to full blast COMPLETELY RUINED my viewing experience. Not to mention that my dad and his girlfriend decided to take smoke breaks on commercials, but cigarettes last longer than commercials do, so I was hitting pause quite frequently.

At one point or another I finally lost my nerve and shouted at my dad's girlfriend's son, which prompted my dad to reprimand me, which prompted me to be in a sour mood the rest of the night. I ask for an hour (or in this case, two) a week of silence, and apparently it's too much because I have to be nice to the small children.

Yeah, I don't think so.

I love DVR. It allows me to re-watch things in peace.

The House premiere itself was AMAZINGEPICOMGHOLYCRACKERS, and it was a lot better the second time around when I was less distracted and more capable of noticing the happy face motif, and be a little more analytical about what was going on (Franka Potente, you've stolen my heart with your amazing German-ness).

But srsly?

I'd like to get a little respect and remind these children that the world isn't always their oyster.

Tuesday, September 22

However, the failings of the previous night were eclipsed by the awesomeness of Tuesday. There was an unexpected bonus to the Epic Week of Epic -- at exactly 10 a.m., I was sitting in Newspaper and decided to indulge my obsessive checking of the ASU website to see if I'd been accepted yet.

I had.

It's not a surprise to anyone, but it was still an awesome feeling and made me very very happy. So. Bonus!

Literally two hours later -- actually two and a half, the UPS truck pulled up at 12.22, and yes I looked at the clock at the exact moment -- I was reading Craig Ferguson's autobiography, American on Purpose, which is a little shorter than I expected it to be, but still phenomenal. I finished it in a little more than 24 hours and learned a few things along the way, which I wasn't really expecting, since Craig's so open about himself on his show.

But that was kind of epic. ;D

Thursday, September 24

I start feeling sick, write a stunningly crappy story for Newspaper, and basically have a pretty lame day altogether.

On the plus side, I finished Chapter 21 of Fragile Little Things, meaning I only have the second beast to write before wrapping things up in Chapter 23, and I have some really cool ideas for what's left that I'm really happy about writing.

Que sera, sera!

Part 2!

 

( Clicky! )

 

Ganked from Uwanosora! ;D

I plan on doing one for each of the five major FLT characters. SELF-INFLICTED PAIN. YAY.

( Snip! )

 

 

First order of business: New default pic. EPIC LOL.

Second order of business: OMG UWANOSORA YAY EPIC CONGRATS ON THE NATIONAL MERIT STUFF <3

Srsly. :D


Last order of business: Chapter Twenty of Twenty-three. EPIC, YES?


(one more day to the start of the Epic Week of Epic. ;D)

Okay, so, Elbow?

Pretty much one of the most epic bands in the history of epic bands. Grounds for Divorce is an epic epic epic epic song. EPIC. To the power of epic.

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Checked out The Idiot by Dostoevsky today. ;D Yum yum. Can't wait.

Screw you, Dickens, I've got Dostoevsky.

[by the way, I remember how to spell that by thinking of  two toes and a flying V in the sky. ;D Figure it out for cookies.]

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Hi Mum! I discovered you reading this without telling me about it. Thanks for the invasion of privacy! Maybe if you had asked if you could read this, my reaction would've been different, but nope! You had to go behind my back and read stuff that might just be private. Sure, I'm not keeping the secret codes to the CIA headquarters on this, but at least ask if you can read my personal blog. I don't sneak around and read your stuff, now do I?

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Have I mentioned next week is going to be the best week of my young life? Cannot. Freaking. Wait. MONDAY NIGHT HOLY HORSEFEATHERS.

I swear, if anyone utters so much as a peep during the House premiere, I am going to rip their eyeballs out through their mouth.

On commercial, of course.

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Here's a fun weekend activity: Attend a sociology class, discuss gender roles and socialization for three hours, then go home and watch Comedy Central for two hours.

Talk about applied learning.

Speaking of sociology class, when will people learn that outspokenness is useless if you're closed-minded? I would dearly like to kick the girl in front of me for making absolutely no sense, contradicting herself, and shutting out all new ideas. And she never shuts up. Just because you think something is wrong doesn't make it wrong for all people. And she'll tell me that she knows that but it clearly isn't an applied concept.

Speaking of sociology class (again), last night I turned in my essay through the class website thingy, and then I looked at the gradebook to see what I'd gotten on the previous assignment. The gradebook keeps a log of assignment due dates and when I turned them in. I looked at the essay I'd just turned in, and discovered it was apparently due on November 17, 2007.

Boy, I'm sure behind the times.

Better yet, I was doing this at around 8.20 p.m., and according to the gradebook, I turned in my essay on Sept. 11, 2009 at 10.18 p.m.

Wow. I'm so good, that even when I turn an assignment in on time, it's still later than it should be.

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I am still at a loss for why the girl who is Editor in Chief of the school paper is, in fact, Editor in Chief. So far, all she's done is save ten different copies of the page layout template and take the stories down to the school principal for review.

Meanwhile, I decided all the deadlines, I fixed all the stories, I laid out my page in a day while simultaneously teaching a newbie, I've answered every question everyone in the class has had either through my own power or by referring them to our advisor, I got perfect scores on both my stories, I calculated grades for our advisor, I taught at least three people the proper way to write leads -- hell, I even wrote the damn deadlines on the whiteboard calendar.

...Why am I not EiC, again?

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You Know You're a Geek When...

-You have three different Pokemon games that you played all in one day
-You have a Pokemon shirt and a Mario & Yoshi shirt that you wear to school on a regular basis -- and you're a senior in high school
-You've seen every episode of House, M.D. at least three times
-Checking out a book by Dostoevsky makes you tingly in the tummy
-Someone takes a "What Famous Woman are You?" quiz on Facebook, gets Anne Bonny, and you spend fifteen minutes explaining the awesomeness of Anne Bonny
-You wrote an essay on the dual nature of dystopias and utopias... for fun
-Pokemon: Diamond Version was your sixteenth birthday present to yourself
-Spongebob Squarepants irrelevantly appears in your novel because you found a way to do so and have it be a character development device
-A "wild night out" is spent at a friend's house playing Super Smash Brothers and eating cherry-flavoured gummi candy until ten p.m.
-You're guilty of cosplaying at a Comicon, participating in a Caramelldansen train, and shouting "I just lost the game!" to crowded rooms... all at once
-Buying a 2-gig jump drive for $9 is a cause for excitement
-www.mylifeisaverage.com could easily double as your biography
-You do a dance whenever your phone rings, even though the ringtone is some ambiguous eight-bit jingle
-You don't give a damn what other people think about the above.

KUDOS TO VARIOUS PEOPLE. ;D

and am too lazy to go figure it out.

This is a relatively simple update regarding my novel in progress, Fragile Little Things aka FLT.

AAAAH OHEMGEE 200 PAGES. FOUR CHAPTERS REMAINING. HOLY CRACKHEAD CRACKER, BATMAN!


"So I'm looking at FLT and am reminded of a sandwich." -Jabber

I was gonna rant about something but I forgot what it was.

I SHALL NOW PROCEED TO EAT BACON.

OH. I REMEMBERED.

So yesterday in Sociology, for the last hour or so of class, we somehow got into a lengthy discussion about teen sex and pregnancy and sex education and blah blah blah.

I love the soapbox as much as the next person, but I didn't say anything during this discussion. Why?

It bores me. (and I don't care)

Why does it bore you, O Almighty Head of Cactus?

Because it's been done before. Every single person in this country (and probably others in many foreign countries) has, at one point in their life, discussed this topic. And the end result is always the same -- kids are idiots, blame the media, the schools are stupid for teaching abstinence, etc. etc.

We're just beating a dead horse at this point. It's been done, and like almost every problem in the world, it's never going to go away because you can't control people that effectively without being a totalitarian dictator, and America isn't too fond of being controlled by the government, even with a more left president like Obama.

When I walk into Sociology class, I want to discuss something new, new ideas that actually matter. I want to tame a living horse. I want to actually have to think rather than recite rhetoric and quote bumper stickers. You know what discussion I would have loved? The discussion about the dual nature of utopias and dystopias -- my stance being you can't have one without the other. Or a discussion about how kids are idiots and education is the best goddamn thing on this planet. I would've even settled for an argument over Twilight.

Srsly. Give me new stuff, people! I don't want hand-me-downs.

BEST WEEK EVER.

September 19: First CWC write-in of the new school year.
September 20: Arizona Fall Frenzy festival at (our sorry excuse for) the beach park with my brother, Social D, Flogging Molly, and a ferris wheel
September 21: HOUSE PREMIERE OMG
September 22: Craig's autobiography comes out, and that'll last me at least the rest of the week

AAAAAH OMG

I should sign a living will before I explode from the epicness.

IF I DIE, NO ONE TOUCH MY STUFF. And I want to be buried with my FLT notebook.

[I find it slightly odd that my thought was, "I can't die! I have to finish FLT first! People will be mad at me if I don't!" On the plus side, this means suicide is out. ;D]

Although if the humidity would stop having an anxiety attack and it would actually be reasonable outside, things would be better.

And eight Eevees. =D

I plan on ending up with an Eevee, Vaporeon, Flareon, Jolteon, Espeon, Umbreon, Glaceon, and Leafeon.

GODDAMN THIS THING NEEDS TO STOP EVOLVING.

I am not impressed plz.

Moving on...

Amusing Stories from Senior Year

First day of school!

So I get my schedule, at which time I locate two of the coolest people on the planet, and we go to find our lockers, which are actually pretty close together, which is really cool. I track down mine -- which, according to my schedule, is #355 -- and I start trying to figure out the combination. I try it one way, it doesn't work. I try it another way, still doesn't work. Then I realize I'd been confusing 36 with 31 (go figure), so I try it both ways again. No go.

So I look up, exasperated, and I notice, a locker up and about two rows over, there's another locker numbered 355. I'm like, "Wait, this is suspicious."  So I look at my schedule.

Only then do I realize that my schedule said my locker number was 335.

So I look back at the second locker.

Which is number 335.

Cue *head+locker* moment.

Then, later, I traipse to first hour, with a teacher who knows my family pretty well. My mum worked with him for seven years, my brother was his student and a member of his baseball team, and my dad was a contributor to the baseball programme. So he's got a very good-natured-mess-with-you kind of relationship with my family. And so I walk in, take a seat, and before the bell rings, a very attractive young female teacher walks in (to which the kid behind me says, "Hey, [the teacher] got a makeover. He looks hot."). Finally, after the bell, the *real* teacher walks in, and the first thing he says is, "I love sending freshmen the wrong way on the first day. Is that wrong?"

Cue chortles.

Then he takes attendance, and heckles a few of the kids he knows, and then he gets to my name. He's not entirely sure if I'm related to whom he thinks I am (which, really, my name is not that common). I affirm this, and he asks me some general small talk questions about my mum, which I answer appropriately (i.e., how is she, what's she doing for a living now), and then his final question is, "Did she pull some strings to get you in my class?"

Without missing a beat, I reply "No, I don't think she's that mad at me."

He laughed. xD

And later, while rambling about nothing important (tangents ftw), he introduces the other teacher whose name eludes me, and says, "Try not to get us confused, I know we look alike, but just try to keep us straight."

Which is hilarious.

[and then I totally sat in on aforementioned cool people's seventh hour maths class. xD That was fun. With the SMARTboard and people not being able to write on it... xD]

This year's gonna be fun.

DENIS LEARY.

Good god, I have never laughed so hard in my life. He's brilliant in the worst possible way. xD

THE Q IS TALKING TO ME IN GREEN DEATH FLAVOUR

[Yes, the language is pretty heavy. Just a warning. xD]

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I CAUGHT MESPRIT

I CAUGHT MESPRIT

I CAUGHT GODDAMN MESPRIT. xD

*Entirely* too much effort went into that. My Rapidash knocked it down to about 5 HP, but I couldn't catch it, so I tried to see if I could teach my Luxray Thunder Wave so I could paralyze it without hurting it. NO, I COULDN'T. I had to train up my Pikachu from level 18 to level 40 and evolve it to a Raichu so that it could actually hit the stupid thing before it ran away.

Because that's the one that runs away after one turn. AND YOU HAVE TO CHASE IT ALL OVER THE MAP.

Pain. In. My. Ass. -_-

Now on to Azlef and Uxie, who fortunately both stay where they belong. xD

*dork*

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I have a strong desire to go to a coffee shop and judge people. Don't ask me to explain it.

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My dog killed a rabbit this morning. Yay for his instincts, epic ew for the rabbit guts in my backyard. xD

And I am not sure how comfortable I am with letting him lick my feet. I'm usually okay with that because it's kind of adorable, but... he killed a rabbit with that mouth. xD

I'm sure there's worse things he's done, but STILL.

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I am still terrified of my bathroom harbouring scorpions. I've been trying to get over it, by not going downstairs to use the bathroom or to brush my teeth, but I still showered in my dad's bathroom this morning. xD Oy.

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School.

Yes.

Plz?

Speaking of which, I am really nervous about taking Drawing. xD I'm pretty much sure that I suck. Although I think I might try my hand at minimalist art -- I've been browsing it on deviantArt and it looks really really cool. If I can pull it off, I could probably train myself to stop being so obsessive over details (which has always been one of my art demons... aagh) and maybe be able to, y'know, not suck? xD

It's worth a shot. What's the worst that happens, I continue to suck? So what else is new?

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My life is uninteresting, but I blog anyway because this is America and I CAN.

I had to go waaaaaaaaaaay back to find that. xD

YAY I FINISHED CHAPTER SIXTEEN. That was an ordeal. I hate that chapter. It is so NOT INTERESTING. Like, it's not even the good kind of not interesting. It's just not interesting. I tried to spice it up, but it's a crappy transition.

ON THE PLUS SIDE, I did fix a tiny lapse in logic for the rest of the story. I might undo that, depending on how I view that logic when I'm onto the editing process, but for now, it is a slab of plywood over a pothole.

Pothole... plothole? I SMELL METAPHOR.

Ugh. No wonder I haven't felt like doing anything. That was just... bleh.

Also, I am heroically resisting the urge to write bad vampire fiction and/or equally bad House fanfiction. FOCUS, TEAGUE. FOCUS.

[and yes, purposefully writing bad fiction is something I do regularly to try to keep bad writing out of my purposefully good writing. It's a strategy that fails miserably. Don't judge.]

In other news, I bought a Pokemon shirt and I'm totally wearing it on the first day of school because I am *impeccably* mature like that. OYES, I AM A SENIOR PREPARING TO MOVE ON TO COLLEGE AND ADULTHOOD WHILST BEING A ROLE MODEL FOR THE YOUNGER STUDENTS.

So. Yeah. Basically, OTL

School. I want it. Now.





...Plz?

There's two new previews for the House premiere.

This one is basically a longer version of the first, and this one is just an eleven-second one with one tiny new bit.

AAGH. WANT. NOW.

In other news, I am a lazy bastard with a developing fear of scorpions. Maybe if I hadn't found three in my bathroom in one week...

(emphasis on lazy bastard.)

My dad bought me sixteen new notebooks. They were packs of four for sixty cents. He bought four packs. I think this supply'll last me into college.

EDIT. Also, I have discovered that Hugh Laurie is the alter ego of Pedo Bear.

He held her. I don't really remember the context, but he held her high over his head. He picked her up under her arms.

They both smiled, mouths open, eyes alight. She laughed.

Her dress was pulled up slightly, but that was okay. She was covered underneath.

He picked her up with such ease, as if she weighed nothing. As if he wasn't using his arms at all, as if his love for her was holding her up and nothing else.

It could have. It's that strong.

It was so quick. He picked her up, kissed her, and set her down.

But it was so beautiful.

She doesn't really understand, not now. But she will. Someday, when she's older and wiser. And she'll hate him. She'll get angry, she'll cry, she'll throw fits. But he'll be there, ready to sing a lullaby or take her for a ride, out in the streets. Their love is unbreakable. It's more or less genetic.

He might not understand, either. He might pretend to, but it might be many years from now when he finally learns it. For now, he gives her everything that he has. He does everything for her. Time, money, company. It's all for her.

It doesn't need to be said. They both know it, somewhere deep down. And they both show it -- he picked her up. She laughed. That was enough.

For now, there is nothing to taint this. The weight of the world is a million miles away. The knowledge of good and evil is irrelevant to them. There is only love, and joy.

He put her down, gently, so as not to hurt her delicate body. He walked away, wrapped up in some less divine, less pure earthly concern.

But her eyes were on him. They wouldn't always be, but while they were, it was worth it.

A father and his young daughter. Love, in its purest form.


There are things in this world too beautiful to keep to myself. This was one of them.

The outline for the last seven chapters of Fragile Little Things is complete. ^^

And let me just toot my own horn by saying

IT

IS 

EPIC.

(and it makes me happy.)

Although it took a lot more out of me than I expected. I don't know if I'll do any writing later today, because I am exhausted and I need a break. But if I end up not writing, that's okay, I'll just pick it back up on Tuesday. I have all my tools in place now. ^^ (although I might end up needing to go get a new notebook... heh.)

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First Draft Final Chapter Count: Twenty-Three
Expected Word Count: 50,000 or more (I want in the neighbourhood of 80k in later drafts, so.)

Title Rundown

1: Warning
2: Truth
3: Deception
4: Manipulation
5: Lessons
6: [Currently Untitled]
7: Traps
8: Damage
9: Discovery
10: Battles
11: History
12: Friendship
13: Freedom
14: Ghosts
15: War
16: [Currently Untitled]
17: Opportunity
18: Assault
19: Loyalty
20: Victory
21: Hints
22: Murder
23: Goodbyes

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Yes, I know it's a first draft. Everything's subject to change. >_>

I'm giving up JulNo. XD

But! Not without a damn good reason and a better end result.

I was sort of flailing wildly without really knowing where I was going or what I was doing. The story was starting to stagnate, and... yeah. I kind of freaked out? XD

I had a come-to-Jesus meeting with Karina and she helped me work through it and come up with some really neat ideas that will make the remainder of FLT way more interesting than I had planned. I'm going to take a few days to sort of chill out and make a refined outline for what's left of the story, then on Monday, I'm going to go back to setting goals for myself and working at my own pace to achieve them.

Once I finish the rough draft, I'll start e-mailing chapters to the cool kids who are going to help edit it, but I'm not going to look at anything for at least two weeks. I've got a running list of things I want to go back and expand on or fix, and I know that the beginning needs some serious work (beginnings have always been my weak point), and external feedback is cool too. So after those two weeks, I'll start going chapter by chapter with editing and make everything nice and pretty and so forth.

I just want the damned first draft done. XD

But, for now, JulNo is out. I'm okay with that, though, because it got me ridiculously further along and I got my new direction out of it, too. ^^

Good luck to the remaining participants, though. :P

(Uwanosora, I expect a trade! *shakes fist*)

What the fuck is WRONG with you, GCC? I want you to mail a piece of paper saying that I currently have a 4.0 college GPA to my high school and thus exempt me from English 7-8. Is that really a $5 expense?

Let's break this down:

Postage. I looked it up. Exactly $0.44.
Paper. From OfficeMax, 500 sheets for $7.00, which is about $0.02.
Ink & Toner. A little more expensive and I'm too lazy to look it up, but probably <$0.10.
Labour. Someone's gotta fold this shit. Takes about two seconds, and minimum wage is $7.25 an hour, so that's $0.002 per second, totalling $0.004, which we'll round off to NOTHING.
Envelope. From OfficeMax, a box of 500 envelopes costs $9. That's $0.018 cents per envelope, which we'll round off to $0.02.
Something I'm Not Thinking Of. We'll give them a $0.50 grace.

Grand Total: $0.58 without the grace, $1.08 with the grace.

SO WHY THE FUCK AM I PAYING FIVE DOLLARS FOR THIS SHIT.

Not that I'm irritated or anything.

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I already have an idea for Screnzy. Insane, right? Yeah, I know.

( There's some slight spoilers, if it matters. )
It's tentatively titled Transatlantic, although it'll likely change.

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I am addicted to Restaurant City on Facebook, and I finally figured out that you actually have to be in your restaurant to get points. Since then, I've gone from a measly 6,000 points to almost 30,000.

THIS IS WHAT I DO WHEN I SHOULD BE WRITING, FOLKS.

I wish my word count would shoot up that fast.

(speaking of which, FLT is officially over 30k, although I've only done about 29k for JulNo.)

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I have officially blown all of my money on Craig Ferguson's autobiography and the season 5 DVDs of House (August 25!). I have to remember that they're not going to charge me until they ship, so I can't spend any more money until I get my next statement and can balance my checkbook from there.

(dammit I need a job. I've applied to PETCO, OfficeMax, Staples, two locations of Famous Footwear, and Michael's. Someone, please have the heart to hire an inexperienced sixteen-year-old.)

Also, WTF. They pushed back the release of Craig's autobiography to the 23rd of September instead of the 15th. Not. Happy.

(but that's also the week of the season premiere of House, which means I will be in full fangirl mode for the following FOREVER.)

Expect both objects to be passed around like a crackpipe at a houseparty hosted by Amy Winehouse. Even if the people I shove them at don't care for House or Craig.

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For some reason random parts of my body have decided to be excruciatinly painful at any given moment. Mostly it's my back and my left thigh. It's jumped all over the place, though -- my ankles, my jaw, my head, my neck, my ribs, my upper back, my hands, and my right forearm.

Can we stop playing Pin the Pain on the Body Part?

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I am talking to someone on MSN. It is half past three in the morning and this person makes me so unbelievably happy, but I'd never tell them that.

Aaaaah good god my leg hurts like hell for no apparent reason.

But that is irrelevant!

So, yeah. Essentially got to one of the awesomest scenes so far, in which Jesse rambles for two whole pages. At least when it's written out by hand. I have no idea how many pages it actually is. But he talks. A lot. Mostly about how he's an idiot. And then he proceeds to top off the scene by proving he's an idiot.

YAY IMPLIED NAUGHTY SCENES. Because you reeeeeeeeeally don't need to know what transpired. Really. You don't.

(when a mummy and a daddy love each other veeeeeeery much...)

LOL oh god. Mental image of Jesse as a father. EPIC LOL.

Uh, also, yay for parallels in off-camera action, because Detective Leonard is a chicken. Bagawk! But he's a smart chicken, so... uh, yeah. I'm too busy LOLing over the image of Jesse as a father to come up with anything else to say.

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Day 18, 10.34 p.m.
Current word count: 24,997 (yes. I am serious. FML.)
Percent done: ~50%
Current chapter: 15

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No Typo Theatre, but I keep trying to write Jesse as Jessy for some inexplicable reason.

THE FIRST PROMO FOR SEASON SIX OF HOUSE HAS BEEN RELEASED!

ZOMG ZOMG ZOMG


AAAAAAAAAAAAAAH I AM SO HAPPY

I CANNOT STOP WATCHING IT