Blast it All

Warning: NaNoWriMo novelist is in session. Trespassers will be reborn as the inspiration for an ugly and evil race of horrifically disfigured beings and/or the villain.

Today was the day of the first Board Readers NaNo Write-In! (Or, you know, something. I just dubbed it that this minute.) I was incredibly excited for it all week. Then, today, I of course decided that I didn't need to work on the paper due at 5 pm, and then when I got to meeting place I had no desire to work on it at all. So I didn't turn the first or second papers for this class.

The write in was just way too much fun. I got little to no work done until the last half-hour before I had to leave. Up until that time, I was having too much fun bantering with Fredjikrang and m&m and Unit of Energy, trading stories, throwing things... it was great fun. (Though I'm pretty sure I got rather obnoxious at times.) And then Unit of Energy left to go prepare for her party (I hope it was a great party, UoE! Sorry I couldn't come!). I took over her chair and started to get a bit more work done sometimes. Then m&m (who had been working on homework most of the time, poor thing) had to leave, which left me and Fredji. And then I finally got work done. With no one else there, we both shut up and got typing. Until, of course, I had to leave, so I packed up and left Fred all alone.

Then there was this party at my house, a birthday party for a friend of the family. I'd spent the day trying to get people to come, but ended up friendless. And that was either a good thing or a bad thing. Good because I spent half an hour with my fingers in my ears (Just couldn't handle the noise!) and being no fun until I escaped downstairs, and bad because I'm now really lonely but there's no one here to talk to. So now, yes, I am sitting down her moping. : )

Best line today: "'Listen, angel, I may be your mortal – or immortal – enemy and all, but I can promise you that I will not be trying to do anything so… indecent. I have all-seeing parents too, you know.'"

Worst line today: "'It’s heavenly rage,' she insisted in an undertone."

Also, I would like to take this moment to insist, for the millionth time, that I am not cheating.

Days left of NaNo: 23

Word count: 16450

Donations: $5 Huzzah!