50,029 words.

...holy fuck on fucking fuck.

I actually did it.

I. Woah.

...give me a few, and I'll ramble about what's going on. Right now, I'm just. Woah.


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I have mostly caught up! Currently at 44k, and will type the rest of the night.

I still have no idea what my plot is doing! And a random new character has shown up, but I don't actually mind because Andrew is interesting. A dick, but interesting.

...when I am done with this thing, it will be a lot longer than 50k.

How are y'all doing?

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Okay.

I have a paper coming up. Argument. Has to be something connected to me personally - something that I have a stake in. I was despairing on coming up with a topic.

Well, I was thinking about something along the lines of, "Why do fictional women suck so much?" because, well, a lot of them do - literally and metaphorically. Few realistic or even likable women seem to make it into fiction. Instead we get women who are mostly there to be paired up with the lead guy and look pretty.

But that's a really general topic, and I only have ten to twelve pages. Needed to narrow it down. My thought process then went,

"If I could narrow it down...but to what? Maybe narrow it down to a particular story? ...could bitch about Twilight?"

*grin*

I will be writing a ten to twelve page paper titled, "Bella Swan is a Flaming Idiot."

*evil grin*

I think I have written myself into a corner. And my plot just rearranged itself retroactively in my head - and what I actually wrote down is not what I would need to have.

And to top things off, I'm a day behind because I've not only written myself into a corner, I've written (and generally worked) myself into exhaustion.

And I have an exam Monday. And a paper, two debates that I'm freaking out over just thinking about, a bibliography all on either Monday or Tuesday.

And I'm pmsing.

...*curls up in corner* *snuggles plush*

Okay, there's this guy on my floor.

He's cute and pretty and sweet. He has curly hair and plays the violin.

Needless to day, Star has been rather blushy and ohgodhe'stalkingtome! around him.

Today, I passed him going to dinner. Glee!

But he was holding hands with someone. Darn.

...with a guy. Damn it.

I'm worried he caught my "oh damn it why are the cute ones gay" and thought I was disgusted. I'm not, of course. I may have to explain, at some point...

...or I can hold out hope that the dim light had failed me and it wasn't really him. And even if it was him he might not have seen me...

*sigh*

news.yahoo.com/s/afp/20091116/pl_afp/japanusdiplomacyasiaobama

GASP.

OBAMA USED A CULTURALLY ACCEPTABLE GREETING WHEN MEETING WITH A FOREIGN LEADER.

HOW DARE HE RESPECT JAPANESE CULTURE. DOESN'T HE KNOW THAT HE SHOULDN'T ACKNOWLEDGE ANY CULTURAL NORMS BUT AMERICA'S? OF COURSE, HE'S PRACTICALLY FOREIGN HIMSELF.

AMERICA DOES NOT DEFER AND IT DOES NOT RESPECT.

HOW CAN WE GET THOSE FOREIGNERS TO DO WHAT WE WANT UNLESS WE INTIMIDATE THEM WITH OUR SUPERIORNESS?

AMERICA IS EVERYTHING.

RWAR.


With apologies to saint_archie for biting his style.


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...writing filler is even more boring than reading it. WHY CAN'T I STOP.

..oh yeah, because I don't know where the plot goes next. And because I'm worried that I won't have enough story to hit 50k.

...it's still boring as fuck to write.

Ten days and sixteen thousand words in.

I am Not Dead. Yet.

Though it occasionally feels like it.

Okay.

Since midnight Nov. 1st and ending at this precise moment, I have written 2,044 words. 

I think I'm okay with this. I kind of hate what I have written, and the style feels all weird, but I think that will work itself out. I know the middle of the plot, I just don't know what happens before and after.

But that's okay. I think - I think - I can do this.

How is everyone else doing so far? 

10 15 WORDS OR LESS meme
→You post a pairing.
→Any character(s) you want from Death Note, Yuugiou, Watchmen, Full Metal Alchemist, or...what little any of you know of my original stuff.
→I write 10 different categories.
→Each in 10 words 15 words or less. I want fifteen for absolutely no good reason
→Post as many pairings as you want.

Swiped quite gleefully from speaky_bean since I threw like three pairings at her. (Though Kit/L is kind of amazing.) 

❶. Angst:
❷. AU:
❸. Crack!fic:
❹. Crossover:
❺. First Time:
❻. Fluff:
❼. Humor:
❽. Hurt/Comfort:
❾. Smut:
❿. UST:

Here's to not doing what I should be doing!

Also, thank you for those who replied to my emofest, either here or elsewhere. Love.  Will reply soon.


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There is a guy here at college.

He looks like Lenin. As in the communist.  Mixed with Gordon Freeman from Half-Life.

I think he's an art teacher.

...my life. It is a strange, strange fanfiction.


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Okay. I am on the honors floor of my dorm. The RA is kind of awesome. For example?

Everyone has name tags on their front doors, as a way of getting to know each other and so the RA could keep us straight. Originally these were race cars. However, today the RA changed this.

She printed out pictures of various Pokemon and everyone's name in the classic Poke-font. And they are now stuck on everyone's door, and everyone has their own Pokemon.

I'm a Lapras, apparently.


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You found a baby turtle in the hall. You have decided to take care of it. And named it Squirtle.

While I worry about the wisdom in adopting a wild turtle and keeping in an environment it's not used to.... You still get about a million awesome points.

P.S. You better take care of that darling thing, or I will rip out your jawbone and beat you to death with it.


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Title: Masquerade

Fandom: Kuroshitsuji

Timing: Pre-Circus Arc

Spoilers: Through 35.

Pairing: Hints of Joker/Beast

Summary: Truth burned and reality was harsh, but Joker knew how to blind people with pretty tales and the rush of the circus. He just wished he could blind himself. Set before the circus arc, as Joker assembles his mask one morning.

 

( Masquerade )

I think I'm going to do NaNo this year.

I know, this isn't smart. Not during my first semester of college. Not when I'll be studying for exams. Not when I'm still adjusting to the social change. I'm probably going to either fail or burn out.

But I want to do it. I really want to, but I'm afraid. Which makes me want to do it even more. It's like Yuki from Fruit Baskets joining the Student Council. I want do to it *because* I'm afraid.

Fuck you, Fear.

I'm not doing this purely to conquer my fear, mind you. This year...maybe it's the mind-opening of college. Maybe it's the way I've been pushing myself this year. But I really want to do NaNo this year, and if I don't I'll feel like I'm chickening out.

I even know what idea I'll be using. Either EMET (sort of Jewish Mythology - steampunk mashup) or possibly Freecloud (which is me stringing old David Bowie songs into a story) I'll spend all of October organizing my thoughts, and hopefully I'll be ready. (And yes, flist, you'll get to listen to all my rambling if if you want.)

It's not wise, and it won't be easy.

But I'm going to do it anyway.

I looked up Watchmen crossovers.

TDK!Joker/Rorschach? oh god yes.

The fic is rough and needs work. But the fact that someone wrote that pairing makes me squeal like a small child in Disney land who has  had far too much sugar.

...I have such dysfunctional pairings.

 Go to urbandictionary.com and type in your answer to each question in the search box, then write the FIRST, MOST AMUSING, OR STRANGEST definition it gives you.

Ganked from saint_archie 

( memetime )

First day of class is complete! 

My pre-Calculus class has a rather improbable amount of hot guys in it. Including a sexy Asian guy who looks like a black haired version of Riku. And a smexy indie rocker dude. Who wore hot pink shoes. With bats on them. This does not give me hopes for my attention span in this class.  Oh dear.

...and some idiot set his popcorn on fire. So the fire alarm went off. So we had to go out in the cold night while the fire department sorted everything out. At 11 at night and 60 degrees out. Considering finding out who was stupid and punting them in the face. Not very hard, though.

Also, someone on my floor plays the violin. I heard him practicing. He's rather good, I think. *lurves the violin* 


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Swiped from diluted_thought for amusement and great justice.


➀ Comment with a character that I've written (or am currently writing about or have sufficient knowledge about)
➁ Receive three bits of headcanon about their sexuality: practices, preferences, experiences, fantasies, kinks, etc.
➂ Receive information about their current love life and/or sex life if applicable and I feel like rambling at you.
➃ Receive three bits of headcanon about their life outside of sexuality and romance.


So, comment darlings!

Holy Shit I'm a college student.

Right.

Move-in went well, and thank you for your lovely encouragement. They made me feel all warm and fuzzy. *hugs* Roomies seem to be decent sorts, but I'm not sure yet. But I've only been around them for two days, and for one we all had parents around. (Love 'em, but they change situations.)  I keep realizing that I've brought too much of one thing and completely forgotten another. As I do. Still, I have enough to live, and the wifi works.

I watched people before a meeting. They still suck. Though the speaker had impressively bad highlights. Also spent lunch talking with one of the philosophy teachers. She had a shirt on that said, "I cut myself on Ocham's Razor." Good times. I managed a decent explaination of Schrondinger's Cat, too.

The campus if small. Fifteen or so minutes from the dorm to the center of campus. At my normal speed that's pretty awesome. Will have to time between classes.. There are a lot of trees and places to curl up under them. This makes me a happy, happy Star.

I'm feeling a lot better, now that I've moved. I'm still nervous (oh god social stuff) but better.

*hugs* First class is on Monday.


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