Uhh, yeah, sorry. No specifics yet. I'm still digesting. Check back in a while. Like, the first week of December maybe.
--Fruity
Sunday, November 21, 2010
Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows Reactions???
Uhh, yeah, sorry. No specifics yet. I'm still digesting. Check back in a while. Like, the first week of December maybe.
--Fruity
Tuesday, November 16, 2010
NaNoWriMo brings out the true Procrastinator in me.
So we are one day past halfway into NaNoWriMo. Right now I have 17,000 words, putting me about 10,000 words behind at the moment. (BTW, if you want updates on our NaNoWriMo-ness, look <------------ over there.)
However, if your name is Jen, please don't. (Also, I'm alltaco32, and Jen is Rheangjii)
BTDubz, if you, the non-existent reader of this blog, don't know what I'm talking about, then here: http://dft.ba/-ournanopost
For the most part, I haven't been not able to write. I have just been extremely LAZY. Like for example, right now, I should be writing, but I'm not. Also, my story is turning out really poorly. In the beginning, I planned out a whole bunch of stuff, but since then, everything has basically changed. And now, whenever I write, I have to make up things on the spot. To give you a little taste of the spontaneity of my story, first they start in Seattle, they go up to Vancouver, back to Seattle, then to Hawai'i. I have a billion words left to write, and I have no clue how I am going to get through them.
Oh well, at least it is somewhat fun. Ha ha, except for the fact that I have to ask myself this question every time I write: "Can you remind me, why I thought that this would be fun?" (http://dft.ba/-reference)
Okay, I should get back to writing. TTFN?
---Chewyyyyyyyyyy
However, if your name is Jen, please don't. (Also, I'm alltaco32, and Jen is Rheangjii)
BTDubz, if you, the non-existent reader of this blog, don't know what I'm talking about, then here: http://dft.ba/-ournanopost
For the most part, I haven't been not able to write. I have just been extremely LAZY. Like for example, right now, I should be writing, but I'm not. Also, my story is turning out really poorly. In the beginning, I planned out a whole bunch of stuff, but since then, everything has basically changed. And now, whenever I write, I have to make up things on the spot. To give you a little taste of the spontaneity of my story, first they start in Seattle, they go up to Vancouver, back to Seattle, then to Hawai'i. I have a billion words left to write, and I have no clue how I am going to get through them.
Oh well, at least it is somewhat fun. Ha ha, except for the fact that I have to ask myself this question every time I write: "Can you remind me, why I thought that this would be fun?" (http://dft.ba/-reference)
Okay, I should get back to writing. TTFN?
---Chewyyyyyyyyyy
Sunday, November 7, 2010
NaNoWriMo brings out the true creeper in me.
However, I am way behind on NaNoWriMo writing. It's disgusting actually, my being behind and everything. I only have a measly 1,372 words while Kendall's already in, I don't know, his fourth or fifth chapter (?!?!?!?!) with a total of 7,155 words. O. EME. GE.
*SIGH*
I seriously need to UP my game. In everything, basically.
Imagine that you're juggling a lot of balls (get over it, infant) in the air.
Then this guy named Homecoming (his last name is Week...haha) comes over and distracts you. You talk to him and you laugh, you're having fun, yada, yada, yada.
And next thing you know, a ball falls to the ground. Followed by another one. And then another. And then Homecoming waves goodbye and skips away toward that proverbial sunset, leaving you in a terrible situation (that jerk). The balls that fell to the ground start to roll away slowly from you like they have minds of their own.
To make things worse, they're all moving in different directions. You know you have to pick them all up before it's too late. But at the same time, you have to keep the balls you're still juggling up in the air. (Oh and just a clarification, just in case there are some non-humans out there reading this: in this scenario, you are a typical human and you have two hands).
You try to decide what to do. Should you go after the ball behind you or the one moving away from your left foot? Or what about the other one that's moving away in front of you? And the ball moving away to your right? If you pick one of them, the others will continue moving farther and farther away. So you'd have to be quick and run back to get them all after you get one. But what do you do if, by some miracle, you reach a ball? Do you let everything fall to pick up that one ball? Do you juggle with one hand (yikes), slowly bend down and use your free hand to pick up the ball? What if more balls fall if you do that? And then they'd start to move away from you, too, just like the others.
To add to that, this cruel thing that goes by many names ("Inevitability", "Fate", "Jerk", etc.) throws in more balls for you to juggle. It's every clown/juggler/circus person's nightmare.
Eventually, when you've basically been doing that for the past sixteen years of your life, you'll want to just throw up your hands scream and watch as a million colorful balls fall like rain around you. You'll just watch.
But then you mentally hit yourself because you know that then you'd have to pick up all of them and you know that that'd be a &%*$# to do.
So you just keep on juggling and hope that nothing falls. And when you feel that you're strong enough, you power up to BEAST MODE and grab those balls like, to quote the illustrious Reppun, "the devil's chasin' you."
BEST. FEELING. IN. THE. WORLD.
Actually, forget Earth--BEST. FEELING. IN. THE. DARN. UNIVERSE.
Okay, this is getting slightly deps, so let's go back to NaNoWriMo!!
Despite this whole falling behind thing, I'm still super excited. I'm not exactly sure if I should reveal deets about our stories. But I'm definitely excited to read Kendall's The Adventure. That's his tentative title. I don't even have a working title. Well, right now, it's Balance. But I don't think it'll be the same because I change my mind about the plot every other hour.
So, once my story has a more solid shape, I will feed you morsels of either text or simple facts. Or both.
Excited? Excited.
In control? In control.
I've been doing that a lot lately: asking a question and answering said question just by changing the question mark to a period.
Really? Really.
SEE?!?!?!?! :)
All right, enough for now.
--Fruity
P.S. I like how we have a total of four creepers (one of them is Ashlyn) who read our blog. Oh and that one "friend" (who may really be a creeper by calling him/herself our friend when he/she is really not, but we'll never really know unless they come forward and tell us).
*SIGH*
I seriously need to UP my game. In everything, basically.
Imagine that you're juggling a lot of balls (get over it, infant) in the air.
Then this guy named Homecoming (his last name is Week...haha) comes over and distracts you. You talk to him and you laugh, you're having fun, yada, yada, yada.
And next thing you know, a ball falls to the ground. Followed by another one. And then another. And then Homecoming waves goodbye and skips away toward that proverbial sunset, leaving you in a terrible situation (that jerk). The balls that fell to the ground start to roll away slowly from you like they have minds of their own.
To make things worse, they're all moving in different directions. You know you have to pick them all up before it's too late. But at the same time, you have to keep the balls you're still juggling up in the air. (Oh and just a clarification, just in case there are some non-humans out there reading this: in this scenario, you are a typical human and you have two hands).
You try to decide what to do. Should you go after the ball behind you or the one moving away from your left foot? Or what about the other one that's moving away in front of you? And the ball moving away to your right? If you pick one of them, the others will continue moving farther and farther away. So you'd have to be quick and run back to get them all after you get one. But what do you do if, by some miracle, you reach a ball? Do you let everything fall to pick up that one ball? Do you juggle with one hand (yikes), slowly bend down and use your free hand to pick up the ball? What if more balls fall if you do that? And then they'd start to move away from you, too, just like the others.
To add to that, this cruel thing that goes by many names ("Inevitability", "Fate", "Jerk", etc.) throws in more balls for you to juggle. It's every clown/juggler/circus person's nightmare.
Eventually, when you've basically been doing that for the past sixteen years of your life, you'll want to just throw up your hands scream and watch as a million colorful balls fall like rain around you. You'll just watch.
But then you mentally hit yourself because you know that then you'd have to pick up all of them and you know that that'd be a &%*$# to do.
So you just keep on juggling and hope that nothing falls. And when you feel that you're strong enough, you power up to BEAST MODE and grab those balls like, to quote the illustrious Reppun, "the devil's chasin' you."
BEST. FEELING. IN. THE. WORLD.
Actually, forget Earth--BEST. FEELING. IN. THE. DARN. UNIVERSE.
Okay, this is getting slightly deps, so let's go back to NaNoWriMo!!
Despite this whole falling behind thing, I'm still super excited. I'm not exactly sure if I should reveal deets about our stories. But I'm definitely excited to read Kendall's The Adventure. That's his tentative title. I don't even have a working title. Well, right now, it's Balance. But I don't think it'll be the same because I change my mind about the plot every other hour.
So, once my story has a more solid shape, I will feed you morsels of either text or simple facts. Or both.
Excited? Excited.
In control? In control.
I've been doing that a lot lately: asking a question and answering said question just by changing the question mark to a period.
Really? Really.
SEE?!?!?!?! :)
All right, enough for now.
--Fruity
P.S. I like how we have a total of four creepers (one of them is Ashlyn) who read our blog. Oh and that one "friend" (who may really be a creeper by calling him/herself our friend when he/she is really not, but we'll never really know unless they come forward and tell us).
Monday, November 1, 2010
Guys, It's November. Yeps.
It is. Check your calendars (or your clock if you're awake ike RIGHT NOW). Time's screwing us over again.
As promised, here is the November 1 post, people, to officially announce the beginning of NaNoWriMo. But I think I remember reading about some kind of time difference issue because it's a worldwide thing. Oh well.
You all ready for this? 'Cause I'm no way in hell ready for this. But I'm jumping in anyway. If you're cool, check it out: http://www.nanowrimo.org/
But before you do, be kind enough to listen to my female-teenager-not-really-a-rant-but-close.
First of all, I'd like to say that Kendall's Homecoming blog totally owns mine last year which was so pathetic it needs to be blasted into Internet oblivion forever and ever.
Secondly, I proofread and edited it just for you. If you just read his Homecoming blog just now, you're welcome.
Thirdly, oh, KENDALL's mad? Then what does that make me? FREAKING PISSED, that's what. So much that I don't even wanna talk about it right now. So I'm gonna go write a sonnet (yes, I just said I am going to sonnetize) and come back when it's actually November 1 (which is in an hour because it is now 11:02 as I'm writing this) so that I can actually post this thing up, but not talk about it. 'Cause it should just be forgotten and not talked about and just shouldn't even exist and anyone who brings it up again will die a painful death in my hands.
And what makes it worse is how I hate being mad at him and wanting to rip his head off, yell at him, and ignore him because I know I can't because I just can't. It's just not possible.
BUT this is actually a good thing because for once, he knows that I'm mad at him (I think, pretty sure. If not, then that totally ruins the whole purpose of the "good thing" part) because if there's anything in the world that I hate, it's when I'm super mad at someone and that someone doesn't have a clue. So HA.
Fourth...crap. I forgot what fourth was. Darn. Whatever. I'll remember later.
***********
I remembered the fourth one! HA, it's Sunday night, which means I'm pulling an all-nighter as usual so I DID read that tonight. Okay, back to the sonnet...
***********
Still not done with my sonnet. Along with a bunch of other things. So I guess I have to do them all tomorrow morning. Or try to anyway. Phys homework has to be pushed back to lunch and period 6. Study for Spanish quiz and APUSH essay test (first period of the day, shucks) in the morning and long homeroom. Print everything I need to print in the morning, too. Aw shucks, no confrontation...? Ah, to be honest, I'm kinda scared. But still mad. So scared-mad.
And my sonnet. Ok, I'm not gonna sleep until I finish this darn sonnet. Fourteen lines of rhyming iambic pentameter...what else could I ask for? Naaahhhttt.
***********
FOUR MORE MINUTES!
***********
12:00 AM: PUBLISH POST. WIN.
--Fruity
P.S. I really liked that honey. LIKE, REALLY LIKED IT. All over my granola.
P.P.S. Here's the picture that Kendall couldn't find:
As promised, here is the November 1 post, people, to officially announce the beginning of NaNoWriMo. But I think I remember reading about some kind of time difference issue because it's a worldwide thing. Oh well.
You all ready for this? 'Cause I'm no way in hell ready for this. But I'm jumping in anyway. If you're cool, check it out: http://www.nanowrimo.org/
But before you do, be kind enough to listen to my female-teenager-not-really-a-rant-but-close.
First of all, I'd like to say that Kendall's Homecoming blog totally owns mine last year which was so pathetic it needs to be blasted into Internet oblivion forever and ever.
Secondly, I proofread and edited it just for you. If you just read his Homecoming blog just now, you're welcome.
Thirdly, oh, KENDALL's mad? Then what does that make me? FREAKING PISSED, that's what. So much that I don't even wanna talk about it right now. So I'm gonna go write a sonnet (yes, I just said I am going to sonnetize) and come back when it's actually November 1 (which is in an hour because it is now 11:02 as I'm writing this) so that I can actually post this thing up, but not talk about it. 'Cause it should just be forgotten and not talked about and just shouldn't even exist and anyone who brings it up again will die a painful death in my hands.
And what makes it worse is how I hate being mad at him and wanting to rip his head off, yell at him, and ignore him because I know I can't because I just can't. It's just not possible.
BUT this is actually a good thing because for once, he knows that I'm mad at him (I think, pretty sure. If not, then that totally ruins the whole purpose of the "good thing" part) because if there's anything in the world that I hate, it's when I'm super mad at someone and that someone doesn't have a clue. So HA.
Fourth...crap. I forgot what fourth was. Darn. Whatever. I'll remember later.
***********
I remembered the fourth one! HA, it's Sunday night, which means I'm pulling an all-nighter as usual so I DID read that tonight. Okay, back to the sonnet...
***********
Still not done with my sonnet. Along with a bunch of other things. So I guess I have to do them all tomorrow morning. Or try to anyway. Phys homework has to be pushed back to lunch and period 6. Study for Spanish quiz and APUSH essay test (first period of the day, shucks) in the morning and long homeroom. Print everything I need to print in the morning, too. Aw shucks, no confrontation...? Ah, to be honest, I'm kinda scared. But still mad. So scared-mad.
And my sonnet. Ok, I'm not gonna sleep until I finish this darn sonnet. Fourteen lines of rhyming iambic pentameter...what else could I ask for? Naaahhhttt.
***********
FOUR MORE MINUTES!
***********
12:00 AM: PUBLISH POST. WIN.
--Fruity
P.S. I really liked that honey. LIKE, REALLY LIKED IT. All over my granola.
P.P.S. Here's the picture that Kendall couldn't find:
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