::Prime Suspect!::

Watching Family Feud has never been so fun.

What a lie.

So hey, I'm climbing up in entries. Finally I'm at a good number again, this being number 135. What have I revealed in so many posts? Not much actually. Reading so many different blogs has opened up a lot of ideas, some of which I shall silently admire, and some of which I shall try. I should have news about this out pretty soon; I have some things stewing in my mind.

Day two, no, three of eating an overload of sugar. Still loving it. Eating all this chocolate is making me drink practically my weight in water (as that is what goes best with chocolate, duh) so.. That balances out the bad, right? Not quite. But it's delicious! Buu. I'm sure there are millions of parents out there dealing with their small children bouncing off the walls (and furniture and ceiling and pets..) and wishing Easter had never come. Oops.

Family Feud, again: "GOOD ANSWER, GOOD ANSWER--" until the X smacks them down. Isn't that great? Crushing the hopes and dreams of millions.. or at least that family. Fail.

Sadly, I have nothing else to say for now. I shall be back!

Love and other indoor sports (it's wabbit season--chocolate wabbit),

Blue Disastrous

::Newsflash::

And it's not sarcastic!

Aside from the storyline that'll be written in April for Screnzy, I am going to be writing a script for a mini-series. But I need help!

I hope to film this mini-series, so help in any sense will really.. help. Pretend that last sentence wasn't as lame.

Help in writing, plotting, casting, acting, filming, even designing the settings or costumes will really move along the process, as well as add a lot of fun!

Any readers (which is, what, five people?), if you're interested, you know how to contact me. Or comment! It is right down there, right below this entry.

Come on, you know you want to!

LOIS,

BD

::Clearly Emo::

That last post. Yeah. Disregard that.

Anyway, I had an amazing day with Kai doing mostly nothing but laying in a fortress we built of blankets and random dorm furniture. That wasn't that random.

Er, I had something important to say, I think, but now I can't remember.

It's weird how I can write so randomly and freely and quickly when blogging but when I have the awesomest story idea in my head and know exactly what's happening, my mind goes blank and my fingers freeze up. It's so unfortunate.

So then I had the idea to start another blog where it would be a story, er, as if the character were blogging. But then I couldn't think of a name for said character. The only name stuck in my head is Lilith for obvious reasons, but I can't just use that, again for obvious reasons.

So I began looking at name lists of various things, such as names from horror movies and all. Of course I then wanted to name my character after another character in a game. I went, "Rinoa! Wait. No." Rinoa is awesome and all, but it wouldn't have fit.

And then I discovered many people have named their babies after Kairi, Rinoa, and Sephiroth. Yes. Even Sephiroth. I laughed. Poor kids. Well. Just ones named that. Kairi is rather pretty, and Rinoa is kickass, so I guess some people would make okay-ish parents.. as long as they paused their games long enough to feed and clean the little buggers.

I'm kinda tired, which is weird, since I wasn't a minute ago. I guess this thing just happens.

I wish I were in the cave.

Love and other indoor sports (like fort-building),

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

::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

::6196::

is where my wordcount remains for today. I must write! I promised them I would write!
Jayne, KD, Mishi, Luci, Gabrielle, Dustin..
And yet I am procrastinating like there's no--no, I'm procrastinating like there IS a tomorrow. And many tomorrows after that.
"Happy Pony is on. And I'm not missing happy pony."
Oh no. Because missing Happy Pony is like ripping sunshine from the world. We would all freeze and die.
Which is quite how I prefer the world, now that I think about it.
Apocalypse by Lack of Happy Pony.
Death by Snickers.
Psychiatrists on To-Do Lists.
I could go on forever and ever.
DANSER.
Jeg forstår du danser.
Og jeg danser.
VI ALLE DANSER.
I'm going crazy, you know.
I suppose I should write the first attack on the school in Don't Say the Zed-Word.
And the arrival to the school in Metempsychosis.
I really like fantastical boarding schools, don't I?
Another excerpt:

The door swung open to reveal a very sloppy-looking Amber--her hair swept up
into a sloppy bun piled on top of her head, a very baggy tee and sweatpants
thrown on as comfy PJ's. Her face was white, but angry. "What the hell do you
losers want?" she spat at us.

"We.. heard screams.." came Nat's weak reply. Amber huffed at us as the other girls of the hall tucked their curious faces back into their rooms.

"Well, yeah, there's a spider in my bed," she said, as if that were a perfectly logical explanation for horrid screams that seemed like someone was being murdered. I glared at her.

"So you mean to tell us that you woke us all up because a spider is in there? Not some freakish serial killer?" demanded Nat.
Amber crossed her bony arms."Yeah. What's your point?"

"My point," I interjected, "is that next time I hear a peep out of you, there had better be a damn serial killer in there."

So, thar it is.
And a quote without context:
"NONONONONO, NOT DR. PHIL."

So. Cold ice is cold. Busy Kai is busy. Estoopid Llama is estoopid (but amazing :3). In-love Dustin is in-love.
QUICK, I NEED--
Well, I shall not say, for this is the internetz, and who knows? Maybe someone someday will be like, "HAYYY, she wrote that one thing that one time so nao we all HAET her!!"
So I shall shut up.

Love and other indoor sports (like book wrestling),
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

::Look Down::

You see, this is what happens when you have a crappy day and try to blog about it by phone.
Sigh. I just got home with my Flex and Lyrica. My best friends.
I wrote another half a page (handwritten only, blah) when I was eating lunch.
We went to the bank, then to La Pinata (with a tilde over the n, duh), then to Mum's insurance place, Sears, JC Penny's, I went to Hot Topic while Mum and Grandma went to Macy's and got basically ignored by Heather, then I went to meet up with them.
As we left, I lingered at the iPod vending machine because I noticed they had the particular iPod dock I have on my Christmas list, and Grandma goes, "You want something from there, Brittany?" I laughed while Mum told her what was in the machine. "Oh," said Grandma, "I thought they were some new drink or something."
Gotta love grandmas.
Well, it's one thing after another with me today.
But I'm getting better now and I'm about to take a Flex.
To writing, General Hospital, and making something for Kai and I for our movie fest tomorrow.
Gahhh.
Toodles.

Love and other indoor sports,
Blue Disastrous

::Just a Quick Update Before Bed::

My first chapter:
4488 words.
20 pages.
Setup and foreshadowing and clues and hints galore.
Weird teachers.
Weird students.
Freak rainstorm.

AAAND zombies to come.
Gotta love it.

Goodnight!

Love and other indoor sports,
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