::No School!::

Tis true. I am home just because going out to Tracy only for one hour is not worth driving for two.
So I shall be cramming for my Hiragana test.
And more History.
And yeah.
I don't know whether I've given up on NaNo or not. I mean, I don't want to. But I somehow can't get words out. It's frustrating.
And now I'm behind by four thousand words again.
Sigh.
I should go see Matt today. But out somewhere, like the mall. Yeah! That's it!
I think I'll go do stuff now.
So, er. Later.

Love and other indoor sports (like improvising),
Blue Disastrous

::I Sense Death is Drawing Near::

It's true.
Don't worry.
Just a little Death.
Anyway, in the meantime, while I wait for said Death, I really am not getting anywhere with writing my novel. I swear, I write more in my blog than novel. It's pretty sad.
Erm. I baked brownies tonight.
I'm almost done with Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix.
My hands look tiny.
My hair is still black.
Okay then.
Death. I hope for it.

Love and other indoor sports (like waiting expectantly),
Blue Disastrous

P.S. I'm not being emo. It's a very true thing that I hope for. It's not what you think.

::S-so C-cold..::

God moren!
It is very cold here in somewhat-sunny California this morning.
I woke up and was very sad to find my Kai wasn't next to me. Then I considered whether I should leave my warm bed or not.
But I did (oh, how I despise being human), and shortly after, I discovered my blueberry foaming hand soap is like a thick, blue mousse.
"Oh, hunny, you like some moouuse?"
"Erm, mouse?"
"Yes, some moouuse?"
"Erm.. *asks someone next to her quietly what the lady said, but isn't answered* Excuse me?"
"Hunny, you like moouuse? Mouse, in your hair, moouuse?"
"..Mousse?"
"*angrily* That's what I sayyy."
Ah, silly, cute Asian hairdressers with strong accents. Aren't they adorable?
Yes! We have a new fridge.
And I finally caught up on my official NaNoWriMo wordcount last night (though now I'm behind again)!
Metempsychosis is dead. Well, not really dead, but..
I much prefer zombies to crazy reincarnated incest. Though that, too, is amazing in its own respects.
So! I have decided that I want to work at JMP Creative. Mhm. Go watch the Travel Channel if you want to know why.
I had something important to say but I can't remember. That happens a lot.
Usually Alzheimer's doesn't come on until, er, 60 or 70 years old? Rarely even 50, at that. So what's wrong with me?!
GASP.
I really want to read Harry Potter. But I should write.
OH. Zombie walk. This is what it was.
I still want to plan one. Really. I really, really would like one.
So, er, yeah.
It only occured to me a few days ago that "er" and "erm", said with an English accent, sounds like our "uh" and "um". Now, really, I knew I was dumb, but not that dumb. Oh well. It's growing on me, I suppose.
NOW. Off to add more things to my Amazon Wishlist, which is filling up super quickly.
Let the procrastination begin..
Now.

Love and other indoor sports (like ignoring responsibilities while chomping on a cupcake),
Blue Disastrous

Edit:
Lookie my lovely NaNo Widget! >w<

::Oh No, I Gone Done Wronged Myself..::

So apparently my SAT test date isn't the 14th--it's tomorrow. Oh ho ho, this is vury bad news, seeing as I did nothing in preparation except procrastinate at writing my novel and read many chapters of Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix.. and now, blog.
Mum is out. She's at the store buying stew and cupcakes and garlic bread. If I catch her in time with my text, she'll bring home some Otter Pops for my throat.
I'm still sick with the flu-ish thing! Wewt!
Anyway, can anyone tell me who I imitated in my title?
..
..
..
That's right. Bruce. Well, the bee. Mayor Bee, Mayor Bee!
Ooh, I haven't sewn in a while. You know, all, with Christmastime coming up and all, now would be the perfect time to place some orders for some snuggly kitty hats! I have some new colours and prints; just drop me a line if you or a friend is interested!

..Oh. I'm vury behind in my novels. As in, over 20,000 words behind. Plus I need to be doing History. Oh, but I'm still reading..
Shh. It'll all be okay.
Smile!

Love and other indoor sports (such as cloning yourself to get a hundred tasks done at once),
Blue Disastrous

::Aaand That Is Why You Have the Little Cup::

with the lid.

So anyway. I'm not dead. Just.. busy.
I need to finish two courses and two big English papers by 14 December, as well as take the SAT, learn a month's worth of Japanese by Monday, and finish two novels (those by 30 November).
So I'm a little screwed.
And I hate Facebook.

Love and other indoor sports (like cramming for school),
Blue Disastrous

::Zombie Walk::

In the process of organising a zombie walk, probably in Monterey.
So, get ready for that.
My official wordcount for NaNoWriMo for yesterday was 7560.
My unofficial wordcount for NaNoWriMo for yesterday was 12048.
I'm very sorely behind.
My official wordcount should have been 11669.
My unofficial wordcount should have been 15003.
But no. Because I fail.
I am 1328 words behind on Metempsychosis and 1627 words behind on Don't Say the Zed-Word.
And 2995 and 3294 words behind, respectively, as of today.
So as I ramble this nonsensical complaint to you, answer me this; why on Earth am I not writing two novels furiously right now?
Because, you see, I have school today and I must get up in four hours.
Tah tah.

Love and other indoor sports (like foaming at the mouth),
Blue Disastrous

::"I FEEL QUILTY"::

And I shall stare at a goat until it faints.
WHAA?!
I want to make a Hufflepuff quilt. And I shall!
I promise.
Now back to writing.
By the by, I've added 649 words to Don't Say the Zed-Word.
So that's good.
BACK TO WRITING.

Love and other indoor sports (like Olympic Hair-Pulling-Out),
Blue Disastrous

::"Sorry"::

I really, really hate that word.
Anyway.
I've been reading Harry Potter all day. Finished about the last 100 pages of Goblet of Fire and I'm now 157 pages into Order of the Phoenix.
I should be writing more for NaNo, but no.. I have been too lazy to get my laptop, which Mum brought to me just a few minutes ago, so I decided to blog before writing.
I got my San Francisco State University ID. I haven't been accepted quite yet, but at least I haven't been turned away quite yet.
I just want the three colleges to send me my letters already, no matter the outcomes. I just want to know.
So I slept mostly all of yesterday, from 1pm until 7am this morning. I had quite a few dreams, none of which I can remember expect the one where I was dating a rather attractive young woman from New York.
Okay, then, better get hurrying off to "class". If I finish at least a couple hours and log it all, then I won't feel so bad for blowing off the rest of the night for writing, see.
Oh dear. The log book is somewhere hiding in the bedroom.

Love and other indoor sports (like log book sleuthing),
Blue Disastrous

::WHY?!::

So I set out to write the novel I intended.

Get Writer's Block.

So I write part of another novel.

Words come out of everywhere.

Next day.

I start to write the novel I intended.

Words come out of everywhere.

So I start to write the next part of the other novel.

I feel confident.

Then I get Writer's Block.

CURSES.

grumblegrumble.

My wordcount I'm supposed to be at today?

11669.

Am I going to reach it?

Yes. But it's not nice to have a BIG, FAT BLOCK IN FRONT OF YOUR FACE while you're trying to write something publishable.

Grr.

Love and other indoor sports (like hacking apart your Writer's Block),
Blue Disastrous

::*Rubs Eyes Wearily*::

I wrote 1511 words for Metempsychosis. I realise that it's turning out better than I thought back yesterday when I couldn't write a damn thing. Here's an excerpt:

"Aren't you done yet?" I dropped the PJ's I was tucking into my large suitcase.
Alex was leaning against the doorframe, his dark hair hanging over his eyes and
his lips tugging again at a comfortable smirk. My heart, for some freakish
reason, began to race.
"Erm," I began, willing my tongue to start working
again, "Nearly. Just have to throw in some non-clothing stuff now," I mumbled,
forcing myself to shove the PJ's into the luggage.
His eyes twinkled. "You
better hurry up, slowpoke," he teased, "Mum and Dad are here. They want to leave
soon." He laughed musically, good-naturedly, before turning and walking away,
leaving me still on the floor, a large fistful of socks in my hand. Who was I
kidding?
I still had plenty of underwear to pack.

Like? Nyeh. It's a bit of very obvious foreshadowing.

"I sneezed and then got hurt in a place that makes no sense."

Quote without context for the morning.

I'm in a really bright mood. I think it's because I feel I've done something good today..

Okay, I'm off now to tell my EC I'm not going to make it to our meeting.

EPICFAIL.

Love and other indoor sports (like novel-writing),

Blue Disastrous

::Schoolness..::

So, in er.. about five hours, I've done:
+One unit of Government.
+The last half of a unit of English.
+About a fifth of a unit of U.S. History.

So I feel accomplished. Now, off to write another 1667 of Metempsychosis and another 2734 of Zed-Word Adventures. Which still isn't my title. But it's getting there.
Let's hope today's writing isn't as painful as yesterday. That was awful.

Love and other indoor sports (such as finding sustenance somewhere in this foodless house),
Blue Disastrous

::1710 + 1113::

Those were my word counts for Metempsychosis and my zombie novel, respectively.
I fell way short of my expectation for the zombie one, but I think it's pretty good for only an hour of writing. Can you all tell which story I'm more involved in?
Eight hours for 1710 for Metempsychosis (including distractions and procrastination because of lack of interest).
One four for 1113 for Zed-Word Adventures. Ooh. That may become a title, ladies and gentlemen!
Let's hope today is better--but for now, I "go" to school.
So.. er.. yeah.
FLY.

Love and other indoor sports (is writing considered one?),
Blue Disastrous

::GARNKY FRUUBLE HEIMEN::

Why is it that writing today is like pulling teeth?r I've been trying to pound out the last 279 of the day for hours. It's terrible!
And then after THAT is another 1667 words for my zombie novel. *rubs eyes*
But apparently writing in a blog is much easier.
Why is that?
Why can't I write 279 words?
Why am I so tired?
And why does their house disappear?

Love and other indoor sports (like Death by NaNo),
Blue Disastrous

::I Hate Chain Posts::

Stop sending them, because I don't care, no one else cares, and you're just wasting everyone's time.
No one is going to come rape you or kill your mum in the middle of the night.
The one you love isn't suddenly going to forget about you.
You won't have 23491748732 years of bad luck.
So STOP sending them.
Seriously.
Are you 13? No, I don't think so.
STOP.

Love and other indoor sports,
Blue Disastrous (who is at 1108 words)

::NaNoWriMo::

National Novel Writing Month is upon us all! Let us sing and dance--AFTER writing for the day.
After all, what is the meaning of life?
1667!

Love and other indoor sports (like writing frantically),
Blue Disastrous

::Phone Blog::

Missing Kick-off parties? Buu. LOIS, Blue Disastrous

::Intrawebz!::

I'm back!
Miss me?! Hardly. Of course.
So tonight was fairly productive. I added 3087 words to my zombie novel (so far--not done for tonight; I should be at 3334 at LEAST by the end of tonight) so I'm rather proud of myself. Let's hope I can keep this up for my own NaNo (which would actually be NoWriMo if I wanted to be correct--Novel Writing Month, duh) as well as the official NaNo, which I will be writing Metempsychosis for. Two novels in (a little over) one month? It can be done--I hope.
I'm finding it hard to come up with words. I'm sure it'll get better with practice.
Oi! I went to see the Scary Doctor Peoples today. I got prescribed Lyrica. And more PT. So maybe I actually won't become fully disabled in the next few years. That'll be good.
Randomness:
"I smell like.. a kitten."
"No, you smell like a goat."
"*sniffs hair* Oh, yeah, you're right."
"Oy vey, I had a kid."
Sigh. Crazy people.
I should get back to writing.
You know, I'd always wondered how writers were smart enough to know how to tie in all the cryptic clues a good mystery (or complicated-plot) novel has, but then today, as I wove in some of my own cryptic clue threads, it hit me: It's easy because we know what's going to happen. So we can give little tiny clues and then twist them a bit, then totally put them through the wringer to end up with neat little secret hints thrown into the beginning and middle. Foreshadowing, too.
Back to the zombification of my small college town!

Love and other indoor sports,
Blue Disastrous

::Ugh::

Life is dreadfully unfair. For many reasons. But my story now is only to say I've been sick for over a week with something that Mum is convinced is the flu. The normal flu, the one that has actually been proven to kill more people per *enter number of daysmonthsyears*. I've missed so much on-site school that I'm going to have to work my ass off to just get back to where I was.
Anyway.
I vividly remember something that was said that was distinctly funny, but now I can't remember. That's what happens when you sleep through literally two days.
Why are people--characters--on soap operas so naïve? Like Amanda on All My Children, who is literally about to be able to use that phrase, as she believes David will miraculously let her go to her husband if she has ANOTHER one of his demon spawn. And Kristina--ugh! She! Is! So! Stupid! I swear, I could kill her happily (in my perfect soap opera world where I love in my head) and move on with my life on the next beat. She not only stays with her physically, emotionally, mentally, and sexually abusive boyfriend (who is also so controlling and stalker-ish that it's just psycho), who she is convinced just loves her, but she also thinks that if Michael tells his dad that Claudia ordered the hit on him that took a year from Michael's life, their dad will call the police like a good man. Um, yeah, a mob boss who is over-protective of his children? He's not going to call the police. He's going to personally kill his new wife without another thought. Even if she was innocent. Which she's not.
So there was my little rant of the day.
What else? *thinks* Well, Grandma is hoarding all the Halloween candy for the trick-or-treaters, so Mum had to go get two bags of Snickers to make up for our lack of candy. Also, our fridge/freezer died. So now we have no food (except soup and whatnot).
The Harry Potter soundtracks, for all the movies (except the sixth, I don't have that one), are really dramatic. Like you expect every second, something bad is going to happen. It's really intense. I feel on-edge.
Speaking of Harry Potter, I'm on page 572 of the Goblet of Fire (again). And listening to the soundtrack with it makes me want to go back in time to see it in Imax again, when we were in the front row and the theater was FREEZING and it was like we were right in the movie. It was amazing. I can't wait for the seventh book movies. I'm going to dress for them. Hufflepuff all the way! The real question, though, is whether to stick to the real costume (er, from the movies), or to interpret it and make a gothic lolita version. It would be cute, and I'd be more likely to wear it than the real costume (er, parts of it), but it might just look too costume-y.
Ahaha! Introducing Colin! Tis funny. Whenever I think of Colin, I think of a small nine-year-old boy, though even when we first meet him, he is eleven--and always, of course, a year younger than Harry. Which is really hard to believe, since Rowling really makes it sound like he's eternally a nine-year-old.
*facepalm* Oh geez. Dueling Club. Remember Lockhart and Snape dueling? Yeah! It was great. Though the snake that came from it (well, Draco fighting a bit later with Harry) "attacked" a Hufflepuff. I'm really taking notice of what happens to all my Huffies in the books now. And frankly, there aren't enough of them. Though there are a LOT that are Sorted into Hufflepuff every book (well, every book that has Sorting in it).
What's up with everyone thinking Hufflepuff is the wimpy house, anyway? Sure, some of the students in it are wimpy, but they shouldn't tarnish the whole House's reputation. And really, other than that, the only other mention is when Harry meets Draco (not Sally--hah!) in Madame Malkin's and Draco says something like he'd die if he were Sorted into Hufflepuff. And come on, it's Draco--who, in the book, is very sexy, and in the movie becomes somewhat unattractive more and more--can we really trust what he says? No, we can't. Or we shouldn't.
Plus, we have Tonks! Or, we had Tonks.
Sigh. I'm still thinking a lot about which novel I should write for NaNoWriMo. I'm still heavily leaning on Metempsychosis, which is the novel I have in my NaNo profile, but my other ideas are just.. I really wish I could write five novels in one month and not go completely insane. Maybe if I somehow write the first in a week, I can go to the second. Then the second in that week, the third. Then finishing the third in that week, the fourth.. and the fifth squeezed into the last--oh, two days.
Yeah, that's what I'll do.
My order, then:
-Metempsychosis
-Untitled zombie apocalypse novel
-Murder City
-Someone is Awake
-Untitled novel about parallel universes
And then in April will come Tunnels--first the writing, and then the actual filming--for Script Frenzy.
Oh my. Scary-sounding drama.. must be--I was right. The Spiders. From Chamber of Secrets, which, if you couldn't already tell, I've been listening to the whole time.
Anyway, NaNo. Yeah. I need some more characters, and a bit stronger plot for novels 1, 2, and 5. The others each had a short but dedicated period of time of obsession, so those are completely thought-out, though somehow the others have more importance to write first.
I'm kind of excited for Screnzy, though, since I'll actually film Tunnels--though it kind of freaks me out to see that come to life. I still have a scar from the dream it came from, so.. Amped-up scary horror dream on film? And I'm probably going to be playing myself--come on, low-budget film? Yeah. I can't afford to pay good actors who will act like I want them to. The other, like, two characters (not including the mutilated corpses) can be played by friends/my love, since they'll listen to me.. hopefully.
Afterall, Kai hasn't texted me once in writing this. Which has been half an hour. Which was after another half an hour of not hearing from him. So, kinda sad. But he's busy. As always. Oh well.
Not to dwell.
Oh, goody, a plane is kind of crashing on TV. Which is one of my greatest fears, along with elevators and being slowly murdered and Kai dying.
Enough of that--I must bother my teacher for the work I've missed.
And I smell Dublin Iceland's ice. For some reason. Which makes me really, really miss skating.

Love and other indoor sports,
Blue Disastrous