life or something kind of like it
Nov. 2nd, 2003 02:54 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
I really need to get started on my NaNoWriMo novel, but I'm doing everything but starting the novel right now. I really do have homework to finish, not that I'm doing it or anything.
I was sitting here trying to get started, and my fingers were too cold to type. No, really. The weather turned sharply on October 31st, suddenly it's freezing in the apartment, and I can hardly feel my fingers.
I should write, I really should, I just can't get the energy together.
bohemienne is going to kick my ass.
Got a very cool package yesterday from
scottiegirlc, who is officially the coolest person on Earth.
-later-
I still need to finish that math homework, I have some PoliSci reading I should stop ignoring, and I'm determined to double Lindsay's NaNo word count by the end of today, which means 3060 words of a novel I haven't started yet, despite its being November 2nd. She's going to kick my ass if I can't get with the program- and I can't have that, simply can't.
I begged off of going to brunch at Grandma's, and it sounds like it was a good move. She made some "egg and bread" thing, according to Mom, and tossed in cheese too. Because everything is better with cheese. And strange leftovers from Grandma's fridge.
Grandma is crazy. They're all crazy.
I was right about my Halloween costume; no one knew what the hell I was. One very strongly Christian girl in my math class asked about the costume, and I ducked into a bathroom rather than answer her. I don't think she approves of Halloween.
I think life might go a little easier for me if I could learn to stop feeling sorry for myself. If I can figure out how to do that, I'll be sure and let you know.
I've been wasting a lot of time lately roleplaying at the old SWG with
kittybot. She's letting me have the Empire for my very own. Be afraid. :)
New icons; the mostly Jaina Solo set. With a side of Obi-Wan, Palpatine, Babylon 5 meets The Dark Is Rising, and, um, the default icon which is still me. Which I need to replace.
I was sitting here trying to get started, and my fingers were too cold to type. No, really. The weather turned sharply on October 31st, suddenly it's freezing in the apartment, and I can hardly feel my fingers.
I should write, I really should, I just can't get the energy together.
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Got a very cool package yesterday from
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-later-
I still need to finish that math homework, I have some PoliSci reading I should stop ignoring, and I'm determined to double Lindsay's NaNo word count by the end of today, which means 3060 words of a novel I haven't started yet, despite its being November 2nd. She's going to kick my ass if I can't get with the program- and I can't have that, simply can't.
I begged off of going to brunch at Grandma's, and it sounds like it was a good move. She made some "egg and bread" thing, according to Mom, and tossed in cheese too. Because everything is better with cheese. And strange leftovers from Grandma's fridge.
Grandma is crazy. They're all crazy.
I was right about my Halloween costume; no one knew what the hell I was. One very strongly Christian girl in my math class asked about the costume, and I ducked into a bathroom rather than answer her. I don't think she approves of Halloween.
I think life might go a little easier for me if I could learn to stop feeling sorry for myself. If I can figure out how to do that, I'll be sure and let you know.
I've been wasting a lot of time lately roleplaying at the old SWG with
![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
New icons; the mostly Jaina Solo set. With a side of Obi-Wan, Palpatine, Babylon 5 meets The Dark Is Rising, and, um, the default icon which is still me. Which I need to replace.