Danny won yesterday and Sam pulled in today. So after hanging around town with Danny for a couple of hours ( it was cold and wet but I had fun) I came back home and pulled 1k out my arse and finished!
I won!
I WON!
Bow to my prettiful certificate, biatches!
Now!
I’m going to sleep.
I’m busting my butt trying to make this, I’m still about 10k off and Liberty’s already won, evil cow that she is.
But three days and 10k to go and I’m still bloody procrastinating! I shouldn’t be on here! Argh!
Dad wants to read my NaNo.
My Father wants to read my NaNo, you know, the one with all the swearing and the innuendos and the just general wrongness! – I’m talking about my NaNo not my father.
I’ve managed to convince him to wait until December but damn… It’ll completely suck and I can’t get out of it and I’m so dead.
For some odd, indeterminable reason, my mother dearest is under the incredibly false delusion that my participation in NaNoWriMo has something to do with her.
So she’s yelling at me because I’m falling behind and she’s yelling at me because she doesn’t understand, NaNoWriMo isn’t about making the perfect readable finished novel, it’s about 50k and nothing less.
I probably shouldn’t, what with being behind on my NaNo and everything… but I’m going out today. It isn’t with my NaNoBuddies, it’s with some of my other friends, friends that aren’t closer but I’ve had for longer and this is, I’m pretty sure, the first time I’ve been asked to go out with them so, (^_^) what the heck? I’ll finish. Eventually
After all that trouble, all that confusion, all that effort and time I wasted…
I winged it.
I spent hours pondering possible topics, wasting precious NaNoing time to think about it and trying compile the perfect speech and then it all came down to it: The day, the lesson, the open floor and the utter blank and thusly the complete lack of notes.
So, what do I do?
I make people laugh.
I flap arms around and flick my wrists and spew nonsense and make them laugh so much they don’t notice I have no idea what I’m doing.
It’s a gift.
It’s also a pain in the arse.
Parents evening was tonight and my mother is adamant I’m not adequately applying myself in my lessons. Yay. Urgh I hate this night with a passion. Teachers put on all these simpering it’s all in your best interest faces and act annoyingly mean and bitchy and mother dearest gets to ruffle her own feathers over the stupidest things and yell at me. Only she can’t yell because we’re in public, so she settles for dirty looks.
Only this year something new happened
As the typically anally retentive Brits that they are our teachers of the, ‘older generation’ derive their caffeine in take from, rather than coffee, the far more sophisticated beverage, tea. And my music teacher, more or less the very epitome of typical, older generation Brit, had her tea perched delicately on her desk in those irritating little plastic cups. And what do I do?
I knock it over.
Nto on purpose! No, no! The woman irritates me intensely but I wouldn’t do that. It’s just that I… well… let’s say I’m mildly dyspraxic and leave it at that.
Sigh, I’m dreading my music lesson on Friday…
And I pray no one finds this thing.
OK, so this hasn’t exactly going to plan. And I’m still several thousand words behind, but I’m sorting myself out. I’m even updating this early so I won’t make excuses.
I have to do seventeen 1,000 word segments plus the 618 I didn’t finish for Saturday to hit my target. And for school I’ve got to work my Geography Project and English Speech around that. Forgot to mention: I didn’t actually have to do the speech on Thursday as I found out on said day, its not due until Tuesday, and I made up a shitload of bollocks I’m going to have to rewrite because it was inspirational rather than persuasive, which brings me back to the initial problem of having no idea what to do it on. Fuck.
As a result of all this surmounting work I’m getting up and nine, possibly eight, depending on how quick I get to sleep and no later than ten and then I’ll start. 1500 words an hour, minimum. I would turn my internet off but I don’t know how so I’ll put on a my last.fm library shuffle and leave it alone for once so I don’t get tempted to surf around.
I’m going to email my friends and forbid them to let me talk to them (primarily Danny). And maybe even send a lot of angry emails and texts to myself, demanding that I write and other such psychotic things.
And I shall set up a reward system; for every thousand I write I shall read a thousand of Danny’s. And if I hit my target at a decent time I can watch the Avatar: The Last Airbender finale, like I’ve been dying to. And I can also watch Merlin, (which is a British show on BBC that has, in my humble opinion, the highest unintentional slash rate ever) and read Kamo’s Escape! I can do this! Yes!
I’m going to make this work! I have to.
Sounds like a plan, huh? And I think I can finally feel some of that determination stuff leaking in.
…
I’m going to die aren’t I?
I’m going to write this weekend. I mean it! (Yeah Right… Shut Up!) I promised myself 32,000 by bed on Sunday and with T-al as my witness I will get there!
I was all set tonight, to sit down and just write, write, write, when I realised, shit, shit, shit, I haven’t written my English speech. So, naturally I have to do that instead.
Problem?
I have no idea what the fuck to do it on.
This is a conspiracy isn’t it.
