MS Works makes a clunking noise whenever I check my word count.

I hate you clunking noise.

You crusher of my dreams.

I hear you in my sleep.

You are my great nemesis.
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Unrelated example: I forgot to fold my laundry.

That was around noon.

Yesterday.

Okay, so Nano isn't easy. There's a surprise. I have to put more work into it. No complaints here. Holy shit my 'friends' are noobs. Not really a shocker. Everything proceeding according to predictions.

I missed making a wish at 11:11 on 11/11. Too bad. I think I would have wished for the same thing I always wish for, anyway. The universe is probably tired of receiving that particular spam mail by now.

Is it bad that what I think is probably the most tragically heroic sentence I have ever written contains the word "muffin?"

Okay, so National Novel Writing Month--read: November--starts in about forty-eight hours. I'm trying to get this to dawn on me all the way, because I still have a lot of work to do before I'm ready to get down to business.

Problem: distractions. Could I put 50,000 words worth of electrons in arrangement given a month's time, some blank walls, and a feeding tube? Absolutely. Wouldn't be good, but I'm not even shooting for good at this point. We all know I can't write. So the problem here is this: can I put 50,000 words in order given a month's worth of time and a lifetime's supply of loud morons, papers, and school play tech work? Oh hell no.

I like this character, though. Isaac Evans, if I can do him justice, is going to be a lot of fun to write. There's still a lot more work to get done with DREAMS before it can support him properly. DAWN needs more depth as an organisation. So a lot of work left to be done. I'm still really excited... but also scared out of my mind. Observe as my grades plummet and my friends and sanity abandon me--not that I was using those anyway. Should be good.

Why am I wasting time with this entry? I should be working.

...what?

Don't bother trying to translate it my syntax is god-awful.

So you know it's an interesting year when I have to shovel snow before I have to rake leaves. Apparently my new deck is extremely slippery when wet. Everything is full of ice. It's funnn~


In other news I apologise in advance for anything I say in the next week or so.

This is as much as I have.

( It is twelve pages in Word )

I guess it's that time of the bimonth again. Fortunately for all involved parties I'm short on time just now.

In the meantime bask in the glory of pimp Jack.

>>He sparkles. Did you notice he sparkles? Because he sparkles.

I don't feel any different.

Monday, 8.17.09. 19:30 PM: Picked up The Lightning Thief.
Thursday, 8.20.09. 23:52 PM: Put down The Last Olympian.

Total time: Three days, four hours, and twenty-two minutes. Really a shame it took so long, but I wanted to try to catch all the subtleties.

I suddenly realise that I haven't seen a single classic Disney movie all the way through.

About two weeks ago, my mother and I sat down and talked about my "world view." I believe she wanted to clarify matters after that unfortunate confrontation a few months ago. I tried to explain as best I could in a calm yet firm tone. Despite my best efforts, she became extremely distressed.

Now there is a brand-new copy of "The Case for Christ" sitting on her desk. It is so on.

EDIT: Now it is on the TV cabinet in the living room. She claims it is not for me >>

So I found something today in a bin of old books. I started flipping through this old three-subject notebook, and lo and behold: in the very back was the first fiction piece I had ever written.

...you... you want to know what it was? Er... it... that is...

It was a legend of Zelda Fanfic. I wrote it in the fourth grade, okay? It was terrible and every character was a Gary Stu and I took advice from all the wrong people and I read it and laughed awkwardly all the way through so that I could pretend I wasn't terribly embarrassed.

Incidentally, it's also written right-to-left because I started it on the back page and I had to go the other direction when I ran out of space. I was a little weeaboo and I didn't even know it.

Now I must burn it so no one will know.

Someone convince me to stop staying up until five in the gorram morning talking to Johnny, Deo, Churchmouse and Failcon.

( ITE: Britbuild, Books, Cousin's Wedding )

*Well, two people and Shy.

Apparently a lot of people think I'm actually an inconsiderate, self-absorbed prick. I mean, I act that way sometimes, but that's all in the interest of irony. I'm trying to be funny. Discovered today that apparently a lot of people are missing the joke.

Oh well.

Nothing good happens after 2 AM.

( Seriously )

New pictures on the DA. Fireworks this time.