::Zombification!::

Ho, shat, people! Has it really been so long since the last entry? I believe so. But I am not dead! Err, maybe a zombie, but not dead.

AHHH THERE'S A FISH STARING AT ME!! Oh wait. It's just my son, Frankie (full name Franklin Shoelace McCunningham the Third the Second). He is enjoying making his bubble nest at the moment. Silly, spazzy fish. He was added to the family right after we went to the Japanese restaurant, actually (full of Asian people who didn't know any drop of the language at all). The food was amazing, by the way.

What they don't tell you in high school is how generous people you don't even know can be when they find out you're graduating. I swear, relatives back in Kansas who didn't even know I existed at this point sent me quite large checks. Very crazy, I'd say.

And so, my summer so far has been filled with shopping, cleaning and endless hours of Onimusha and Kingdom Hearts and such. Don't you just love simplifying the house? So much more room, now.. I CAN SEE MY CLOSET FLOOR. I can actually walk around in it. Which is amazing.

Ahh anyway.. There isn't any other news, other than the fact that my twin is missing until mid-July. But not to dwell, this boat runs on happy faces.

And now.. It's time to catch up on everyone's blogs.

Love and other indoor sports (like wrestling with dust bunnies, of course),

Blue Disastrous

::Mm, Brains, How Tasty..::

Welcome once again to Zombie Blue's blog. Thanks for reading.

Being a mostly-homeschooled childling, I have the freedom to do my work whenever, and the freedom to totally put everything off otherwise. Because I don't have specific times I MUST go do that important paper on Victorian Poetry, I have gotten my sleeping schedule WAY off track. Hence the zombie feeling. Yesterday/today I stayed up twenty-three hours, then took a nap for five and a half. Woo. Still, zombie-like.

So, updates. I have six books to ship out to people requesting them, and I'm waiting for mine. It is really odd, to me, that people like these types of books, but I suppose if my mum has bought them, other people out there can share that taste in books.

I am STILL shocked about my grants. I keep logging into CMS and looking at my Financial Aid page. I feel like I have Jobberknolls flapping about in my tummy. Is it silly to keep checking it? I doubt it would mysteriously vanish..

So, Mr. Toptop the blue laptop had an adventure today. He traveled in the car! On my lap in a small space, but I could tell he was excited. I mean, his battery life actually lasted a lot longer than it usually would.

I decided to go along with my mum and my uncle to his radiation appointment today for the first time, because my grandma had over her sister and an old friend. Eva, Delores and Gladys. Tell me those DON'T sound like stereotypical granny names. Anyway, they were chattering about and laughing like old hens, so, no thank you. I would rather sit out in a car for half an hour to an hour. Which is what Mum, Mr. Toptop and I did.

It was good, I got to write more to my screenplay freely without distraction from the internet. Maybe I should go to Borders or something more often, and not use their wireless internet. Though, books would probably snag me then. Darn. Coffee shop? I can wear all black (wow, such a stretch from what I usually wear, right?) and pretend to be one of those super cool people you see in the movies who appear so untouchable because of their awesomeness, but then they turn out to be the unfortunate, moody, misunderstood people whose lives are only full of bad things..

Um. No. I don't think so.

Anyway, I've written up to the first main point in my screenplay. Finally. It seems to have taken forever. But now is when I need to start really thinking, how can I build up the structure of the plot? How can I neaten it up, and make it have more impact? One thing I need for sure, though, is to know some ways a person can torture herself.

Oh, yeah. Writing this and not being scared? It'll be a ball.

Love and other indoor sports (oh, don't laugh),

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

::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

::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

::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