Page ninety-nine!

So I decided to do this blogfest. It's where you post the ninety-ninth page of your novel. And I signed up, thinking that I would have SOMETHING.

Turns out, exactly halfway through page ninety-nine is where my novel starts to deteriorate and become just a random spew of my brain that involves the characters getting into a ghetto fight and talking about feminism among other things. It was really late and the last few days of NaNo. I can't really make an excuse other than that.

Even though people will be all 'WHAT NOW.' when they read it, I feel like it gives insight to kinda what kinda sorta goes on inside my brain. :D

Without further ado...

"No," he shuddered. "She seemed a bit crazy and...clingy. I didn't want to have her near me."

"Well, she's showing how crazy she can be." Nesca smiled at the both of them.

"A fan club, though?" Chemile raised his eyebrows. "I know you're amazing and all, but do you really need a fan club?"

"I guess he does." Nesca patted Quintille's head. "And I'm going to be the first person besides her to join it. Just to piss you off."

"You wouldn't dare."

"I'll lead them right to your door and everything. You know... unless you decide to make me a mayor."

"I told you I would think about it."

"I bet she's wondering where you live. I'll just head on home and send her a message to tell her your room number."

"OH HELL NAWWWWWWWWW." Quintille took off his earrings and handed them to Chemile. "Hold my earrings for me. This is going to get messy."

They then started circling each other like sumos and Quintille body slammed Nesca to the ground.

Chemile clapped like the good little first lady he was and then gave Quintille his earrings back. He suddenly poofed into an evening gown and struck a pose. "Quintille and Chemile one, Nesca ZEROOOOOOOOOO."

Nesca got up and tried to catch a fish, but started crying instead. "All those sumo lessons. For nothing."

"I was always the stronger one," Quintille said over his shoulder. "I always beat you in fights."

"I guess they were right, back in the day. Girls are weaker than guys."

"NO YOU DIDN'T." Chemile gasped. "Anti-feminist alert! Sound the alarms!" He took off his earrings and handed them to Quintille.

"Oh no, not again."

They started to circle each other. Somehow, Chemile slipped and fell on his face. Lue sat on his head.

 Can't you tell exactly where it started falling apart?

So that's that page of my novel, and I can assure you that it only gets worse after that. Chemile starts mingling like a trophy wife and they die and Quintille turns Jamaican and starts talking about starting a bobsledding team and I break the fourth wall and loin cloths and Harry Potter and Jesus and good golly I forgot about all that. 

 This was fabulous, let's do it again soon. Preferably with a page BEFORE ninety-nine. 

NaNo-type BLOGFEST!

So this blogfest is called Show Me Yours.

It's a thing where you post part of your NaNo novel. And I usually wouldn't do that, but why not? I'm feeling WHIMSICAL today. Except that sounds weird. So, five hundred words or less. I think I can do that.

I do believe I'll be doing my favorite part, which also happens to be the most polished part. Which isn't really saying much.

A little background on the novel. The characters are Quintille and Chemile (and Ion makes a small appearance at the very beginning). Quintille's the president of (City) Two's son. Chemile is a friend. They live on a flying city, and this is when two of the five flying cities are docking to trade people and technology. Some of the people being traded are most of my main characters. Chemile's girlfriend fell off of the side of the dock. Obviously he's all freaky-outy and thinks it's his fault. I hope that makes sense.

The safety wasn't there. Her foot slipped off of the edge and she fell down, towards the Earth, without a safe-parachute to catch her. Without him to lean forward in time to catch her.

Chemile began screaming. "I thought you said there was a safety!" he ran down the center of the dock, back toward Two.

"I guess there was some sort of mistake, sir." The woman who was calling names spoke without emotion, like a robot.

"Didn't you see that? She fell off the edge! She's dead."

"I'm sorry. I will check with our servers and get the safeties back up. I don't know what happened. But she was unauthorized to be on there. She would have been detained anyway, had she not fallen."

There was another 'vrrrrmmm' sound and the safety started back up.

"Now if you'll cross over to Five, please."

He didn't move.

"Sir. Please."

Chemile walked slowly over to Five and he went straight to his room, as soon as he found his way around. He still had no idea who his roommate was. He collapsed on one of the beds.

When it was finally Quintille's turn to go across, he walked down the middle, afraid that the safeties would fail again. He, like Chemile, went to his room without stopping to see the city. Quintille sat down next to Chemile and hugged him until he stopped crying.

There had been warnings that they were going to undock. The room flashed red and there were warnings similar to the warnings that were on Two. "We will be undocking in an hour. Please prepare yourself accordingly." This time, instead of Quintille's father, it was the president of Five's voice. A woman's voice. She sounded nice. Quintille wondered what her name was while he sat there with Chemile.

Every once in a while they would have a three sentence conversation.

"Are you okay?" Quintille would ask.

"No."

"Okay."

Quintille would go back sitting next to him, hugging him, or holding his hand while he cried. He watched the clock on the wall and when it was time for them to eat, he ignored the hungry feeling in his stomach. He didn't know if the room would fetch them food and he didn't want to leave Chemile. The conversation stayed to three sentences, but gradually progressed.

"Are you okay?"

"I don't know," Chemile paused. "Maybe."

"Okay."

The room flashed red and the warning sounded. "We will be undocking in five minutes. Please prepare yourself accordingly." Quintille wondered why he had missed the other warnings. Or were there not other warnings?

After they undocked, Quintille nearly fell off the bed. They had another simple conversation.

"Are you okay?

"I think so."

"Do you want food?"

"Sure."

I think the font color might be a little weird, and if it is, I don't know how to fix it.  Also, I can't stop it from indenting. This is weird. Anyway, that's what I have. Comments?

Eye candy!

So there's this blogfest that looks really fabulous. And I decided, hey, it would be fun and I could get away with using this as my post for the day.

I hope that it's okay if I post it technically a little after when it's supposed to be done.

Also, I hope it doesn't violate the rules to do several pictures. Because I have some in many different things. Let's just pretend that last sentence made sense.

So this year, for NaNo, I wrote my novel and I totally won. This is the screenshot I took after running around my house screaming for several minutes. This screenshot is my pride and joy. If it gets deleted or anything, now I will know that it is safe on the internet, right here on my trusty ol' blog.

So this is something fabulous I found somewhere on the internet. It makes me really happy and that's really all I have to say about it.

I hope this one isn't cut off because it's wide. But it's really cool. I found it on a website on stumbleupon and I would totally link to it if I remembered what it was. They pretty much took little kid's drawings and set them up how they would look in real life and took pictures. This one was my favorite of the twenty or so.

This one is something that makes me laugh until I die. I play soccer and it's hilarious and amazing and makes me giggle and I show it to all of my friends all the time and I'm sure they're so pissed at me, but whatever I love it so much.

Who doesn't love Hello Kitty? Especially when it's a real kitty that looks like her.

I had to include a demotivator. It's so adorable. I want this picture to have my cakes. It's pretty fab.

 This is the DEATH MELON. The Death Melon is the most amazing thing ever. I've had it on my computer for probably two years. I've deleted so many pictures, but this one I've kept. Just because it's so amazing.

Okay, this used to be my desktop for ages and I know you can't see it on here, but if you click on it, it will be pretty. It's basically a map if the land was water and the water was land. Which is like, pretty freaking awesome.

This is my favorite fat unicorn in the world. You know, it may be the only fat unicorn in the world. But I think that this is beautiful and hope that more will flood the internet soon.

 I decided to end this eye candy thing on a beautiful giant chunk of eye candy. This is BILL KAULITZ. He sings in Tokio Hotel and is easily the sexiest thing ever. I want his hair.

That is all I've got and I would like to say that I didn't mean to steal any pictures if I did.

That is all.

The most fail post ever.

Even though I haven't blogged in ages, I have realized that I still don't have anything to blog about. This past month was filled with staying in my room and typing up a storm and not having a social life.

I've barely read anything, so I can't talk about books. I've barely done anything, so I can't talk about fabulous things that have happened. I've barely done anything cool at all.

This will probably be a stupid stream-of-consciousness that will end up being stupid. Even though I used stupid twice in that sentence. 

As I write this, my dumb dog is squeaking her stupid squeaky ball that she just re-discovered. It's really clashing with One Jump Ahead from Aladdin.

So I have this Harry Potter (movie) calendar. And November was Snape and NaNo. Every day I wrote my wordcounts on it and it's just so satisfying to see that I hit 50,000 before the thirtieth. And Snape's too sexy to take down. Plus, next month is Ginny with a bunch of hearts and lame. So it will stay November for just a few more days.

I want ice cream.

Augh, this is too short, and I'm morally against short posts because I hate it when they end before you scroll down and stuff. I don't know why. That's why I like long posts and pictures a lot. It increases my happiness level.

I am tired. I just watched some Soul Eater, some Stardriver and some Umisho. I'm anime-ful tonight. Also, everyone should look at this.

You're welcome.

Homework? Cleaning my room? PSH. Writhe in pain? Bill Kaulitz? YES.

I have serveral confessions to make.


I have an unhealthy obsession with Bill Kaulitz. I mean, who wouldn't? He's absolutely beautiful.


I have a fake-diseasle called costochondritis, which basically means that my ribs hate me so much and just inflict pain on me whenever they want to. I take painkillers on a regular basis to dull the knives jabbing into my chest. Sometimes I can't remember to save my life if I took it when I'm trying to remember if I did an hour after I'm supposed to, so I don't take it because I'm afraid that I'll die because I took too much.

A hot water bottle has recently become my new best friend.

I haven't cleaned my room since summer. That translates to clothes, books, papers, dust jackets, sticky notes, nail polish, notebooks, CDs, socks, a Bubbles wig, DVDs, and the occasional zerbra snuggie (see that picture? That is totally me) are everywhere. I promised my mother that my room would be clean once NaNo was over, but look, it's over and my room is still hideous.


I promised several friends that I would lend them copies of books I own, but I keep losing them in my room, so I make up excuses that other people have them. Which is some of the time true.

I have a failing (quarter) grade in both science and math. Science because I turned everything in and maybe forgot to put my name on it and maybe because my teacher has yet to grade more than two things for the quart. Math because I hate geometry and because the teacher never gives due dates and I don't know when to turn things in.

I am currently convinced that I am going to die because of my diseasle. It's so painful and I keep crying and the only time it doesn't hurt is when I'm sleeping. If I can get to sleep with the stabbies.

I recently won NaNo and stopped writing my novel, even though I easily have 25k more words to write because my plot is so long and complicated.

The end.

I WON.

So if you can't tell by that nifty little gadget on the left side of this squishy, I won NaNoWriMo. I feel really accomplished because I didn't do any copy/pasting (okay a little at the very end because the counter on the NaNo site was saying that I had 1.5k less than I actually do.

I won before two of my friends and I was absolutely certain that both of them were going to finish before me, if I finished at all, but I BEAT THEM. GO ME. SUCK IT.

Also, my wife stopped her novel just before half-way, which bothered me because her novel was fabulous and fabulous and augh, screw you wife.

I'm nowhere near finishing my novel, but I will take a well needed break from working on it. Until winter break, at least. November has ended two days early. :D

In related news, I bought myself Sims 3 as a reward for myself for finishing the freaking thing. Turns out my computer (an old mac mini) doesn't have the video card for it. So if I want to play it, I'll have to play on my mother or brother's computer. Screw that.

Today marks the last day of Thanksgiving break and I only have to survive a few more weeks after this until winter break, which is nice and lovely.

Prepare for me posting more often and having much wittier posts than this.

DEATH!ly Hallows. (Part One)

So I would hope that everyone went to go see the newest installment of Harry Potter in theater in the last week or so.

I thought it was reallly sexy and everything. Except that they totally decided to ship Harry and Hermione.

Also, there was a lot of Dan Rad without his shirt. Imagine that picture, but like.... for like... ten minutes of the whole movie. It was really weird. I think they just enjoy awkwardness. I would just like to say that Dan Rad is not that attractive of a person.

The Three Brothers animation thing was GODLY. It made me die on the inside.

I suddenly regret putting that picture of Dan Rad on here. It's gross.

Let's see if I can find a better picture. I FOUND ONE. EXAMPLE OF THE SHIPPING. They were totally dancing together and they were dancing realllllllllllllllllllllly weirdly.

Also, if you don't know what shipping is, like my mother, please refer to this link.

Also, if you are too lazy to click on that link and see the sexiness of TVTropes, shipping is basically pairing characters together in your brain (example—Ron/Harry is a ship). Canon is when it happens for realsies (example—Dumbledore/Snape.  Except not really it only happens in my brain. A real example is Hermione/Ron.)

So now you have been educated on the weirdness of Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows (Part One).

I shall go and write my novel now if my fingers will let me. It seems as if I've been developing some kind of PAINNNN in my fingers after I type for two hours. But it's worth it because I can get up to 4,500 words out of two hours.

I am currently at just above 40,000 (I need to be at 50,000). So that means that I have today and the next three days (two of which I have school) to write 10,000 more. I hope to knock out at least 4,000 tonight. Hope I don't die of... finger twitching?

Guess who is totally blogging instead of writing her novel?

Yes it is this one.

But to inspire me, I wanted to post some of my favorite quotes. They might be for reals or just one of my alternate endings. I have two alternate endings so far.

He hopped back in and promptly died.... "Vrrrrmmm," he said and expired.

He began to braid her (ARE YOU READY FOR THIS I FINALLY KNOW WHAT ONE OF MY CHARACTERS LOOKS LIKE 7000 WORDS IN) silvery blonde hair that came down a little less than halfway down her back. 

On December third, the Moon fell into the ocean. 

She stopped reading for a few seconds and stared at the ceiling. "I want to have a hot wife that gives birth to twin eagles while I be all badass and save the city from aliens."

"Do you want to use knives as chopsticks or stab the food with them?"

The kitchen was being such a stupid. I couldn't convince it to give me any bowls or plates. Not even forks or spoons. It only wanted to give me butter knives.

"I live over in REALLY COOL THREE LETTER COLOR NUMBER Town."

    "Noodles with butter!" Chemile exclaimed.
    "Noodles with cheese!" she countered.
    "Butter."
    "Cheese."
    "Butter."
    "Cheese."
    "Butter."
    "Cheese."

She glanced over her shoulder at the other people and started to giggle. "Why is there a fist-sized hole in the wall?"   

"I wish I could go back in time and just tell everyone to not be so stupid." (THAT IS NOT FORESHADOWING, ANYONE WHO IS READING THIS. THIS IS NOT ABOUT TIME TRAVEL, EVEN THOUGH THAT WOULD BE REALLY COOL.) "I wish scientists would hurry up already and invent time travel." 

"Wake. Up. Tilly!" On her last jump, she landed on his arm and there was a loud snap.

So yeah, those are the highlights of my novel so far. Expect more later.  

NaNoWriMo is the sexiest and unsexiest thing in the entire freaking world, man.

I am very well aware that it has been years (two weeks?) since I last blagged. I am very well aware that this is what I now say when I start a new post because I often don't have anything else better to say. And just to let all of you know, I have a list of things to blog about, but what I've chosen for this one takes priority. I might also do a review at the end of it if it's not as long as I planned, because I totally just read an epic book that came out on Tuesday. And if you don't know what it is... A PLAGUE UPON YOUR FAMILY. (Spoiler alert: I DON'T DO THE REVIEW. Not until the next post, children.)

I'm sure most of the people reading this have heard people hiss 'NaNoWriMo' or 'NaNo' during October and November. It's not a secret. It's not something horrible like You-Know-Who, okay it kinda is, but no-one flinches or starts crying when you say it.

NaNoWriMo is short for National Novel Writing Month, which takes place during the month of November. The goal is to write at least fifty thousand words in thirty days. One thousand, six hundred sixty seven words a day. I will promise you two things if you do it.

1. It will ruin your life.
2. It will make your life amazing.

How will it do that? you ask? Both at the same time? That's not possible. IT IS! WITH THE POWER OF NANO, IT CAN BE YOURS FOR JUST THREE EASY PAYMENTS OF $19.95.

Not really. Anyway, I totally forgot what I was originally going to say. Oh yes! I was going to elaborate on how it does both at the same time.

• How it ruins your life~

It does this by slowly embedding itself into your head and even after the month is over you'll be checking your word count every five seconds. Once you end up breaking the habit, you'll realize that it's July and November is just a few months away and the habit will pick up again in the first few hours.

Your family will begin to get sick of you locking yourself in your room for hours at a time, even if you already do this. If you ask them questions like 'What if I wrote a novel about gay vampires who beat each other up?' they'll begin to respond with generic answers like 'You need more of a plot than that.' and you'll start to ask dumb questions like that on a daily basis.
You'll begin to feel a stronger connection to your main character(s) than your closest friends and you'll begin to refer to them as actual people. And you won't talk to your friends at all because you'll be far too busy trying to write.
You'll write under the desks during class and instead of eating during lunch when you're behind (or ahead, for that matter) on your word count.

• How it makes your life amazing~

It makes your life amazing by giving you a goal and by the end of the month, no matter how many french verbs you've conjugated in the middle of dialogue to boost your word count and no matter how many times The Traveling Shovel of Death comes in and kills someone you'll still (hopefully) have at least a start to a novel, if not more.
It makes your life amazing by making you check your word count every five seconds because really, what's life without a little obsessiveness?

It makes your life amazing by pissing off your family, since that was probably one of your main goals in the first place.
It makes your life amazing by disconnecting you from your friends because when it's all over you can reconnect and share novels and you'll have so many more things to talk about.

It makes your life amazing by adding a bit of danger. I mean, what if the teacher catches you novelling instead of note-taking? BLASPHEMY!

So as you may have guess, NaNo is a very stressful time in a young person's life. So if you're a teacher and your student doesn't turn in their homework on time, don't take off points because they might have stayed up until two the night before trying to finish a scene and get their wordcount up.
If you're someone's boss and they seem to be slacking off just a bit more than usual, and you've noticed a Word document up on their screen a bit more than usual, but them some slack.

If you're a parent (HEY PARENTS, IF YOU'RE READING THIS, THIS IS FOR YOU) and your child stays up a bit later than you'd like because they're writing, don't chop off their heads. If they complain a bit more about going places without computers or doing chores, it's because they are invested in writing and WRITING MAKES KIDS SMARTER. (Maybe. I totally made that up, but I bet it's true. It makes them more creative and stuff, though.) DO YOU WANT TO DEPRIVE YOUR CHILD OF THAT?

As for me doing NaNo, last Wednesday (day) I had two ideas that I was trying to decide between. Wednesday (night) I had an idea, so that's a third one to decide between. Flying cities, Europe and bumblebees. Yesterday I asked some friends and I narrowed it down to flying cities and bumblebees. And I put my status on facebook as 'Flying cities or bumblebees?' and everyone except one said flying cities. So that's the idea I'm doing. It's the story I was probably going to do anyway because I have most of it planned out.

I have a question for you people. Would it be totally lame if at the end one of my mainish characters pulled a Harry and was all dead and everyone thought they were dead but then it ended up not but then the bad guy is all but defeated when they come back? And it's possibly going to be my main character's love interest.

Good golly, that was far more than I ever expected to write on the topic of NaNo. Prepare for more or an absence of more in the coming weeks.