NaNoWriMo

Step 1: Remember NaNoWriMo and how you've always thought about doing it.

Step 1 1/2: Realize that for the first time you have an idea you've been kicking around.

Step 2: Think about engaging, non-commitally.

Step 3: Tell a friend. Try to get them to do it with you. Bounce ideas around. Wrinkle out some plot points and thoughts.

Step 4: Get really, really excited about the story! Timeline out some things. Imagine history of society.

Step 5: Hesitate about telling too many people for when you inevitably give up, back out, fail, or fail to start.

Step 6: Spend a few hours researching, installing, and test running no less than 5 different free writing programs.

Step 7: Become excited about this new adventure!

Step 8: Become terrified about this new adventure!

Step 9: Wonder how you will keep your life intact when you barely have a handle on it now, and what the boyfriend will think.

Step 10: Realize this is something thousands of people fail at each year! So no worries, and it's better to give up than never start.

Besides, it was National Coming Out Day when I woke up, so here goes...
Folks, I'm participating in National Novel Writing Month.

And my story...will be EPIC.

http://www.nanowrimo.org/en/whatisnano

Creation

Welp. My life is...good. It is, it's great. But it feels so...stagnant. I feel like I've slid back personally from where I used to be, and am currently at best treading water.

But enough about that - this blog is for hilarity and adventures, not depressive ramblings for my own satisfaction! Besides, I have my own private livejournal for that.

Haha, I'm just kidding. Does livejournal even still exist?

Oh my stars, according to google it does.

ANYHOO. I have come up with a plan to fix this! It is a master plan, created by a genius, for that is what I am.

A CREATOR!

Okay, okay, so I've banned depressive ramblings, but not ramblings altogether. As you may have noticed. Not the point.

The point is, I have decided to get myself out of this funk by creating something everyday. Well...Actually, yes. I was going to say, I should do 7 things a week so if I miss a day...but that wouldn't be enough. It's not about producing something, but creating something. I've decided I need to create every day, because I can find myself or lose myself, whichever I want in the moment, and because it will force me to progress, if only with practice.

I haven't set any limits on this, so it might be music, a home-cooked meal, art, a short story or adding to an ongoing one, a project, SOMETHING that demands something from me. I can't merely procure food or create a clean environment. I think I need to bring something into existence. I feel like this will help me, even when I produce something terrible.

Have no fear, I'm sure there will be plenty of that. But hey, even if it's pretty bad, it's something pretty bad that I made, that wouldn't BE without me.

Maybe I just like playing god :D

Updates

So! I never updated about my bike. It was lovely. I had transportation, I eventually got a helmet, I was free!

Until I got a flat tire. So I bought another one! And a mere few months later, got it fixed. And then the other one went flat. And hey, it was only another 6 months or so before I got that one fixed!

And then one day, I didn't turn fast enough and couldn't stay up on my bike. Everything was fine, I just felt stupid because my first time losing control on my bike was on campus in front of people, and I seriously bruised my shins on the pedals.

And later that very same day...tragedy struck.

RIP Bike

It was a dark and stormy night. (For once, that is completely true!) I hadn't brought a coat, because it was one of those warm days where the lightning storm heralds the beginning of summer, so I was hurrying home to get out of the rain. Down a steep hill. In the dark. A car turned ahead, momentarily blinded me with its headlights, and when I finished shaking the rain/blindness out of my eyes all I could see was one of those short concrete cylinders designed to keep cars from driving on the sidewalk.

And wouldn't you know it, it was remarkably effective at stopping my bike from going any further too.

I, of course, kept moving forward and landed in a huge puddle. Actually, I'm still not mad at myself for crashing because I'm too busy thanking my lucky stars I barely injured myself - didn't even scrape up my palms. Skinned my elbow a bit and stubbed my toe for a few days, and that was all! I'm pretty grateful.

Also, a great friend was kind enough to lend me his old bike, so I'm riding that around! Except I just moved and can't for the life of me find my bike light...

Though to be fair, it doesn't matter much because I broke my holster for it when I crashed my bike last weekend into another bike. This time it just took some apologies and straightening our handlebars, but really. How disastrous can I get?

I'm not sure I want to know the answer to that.

BUT, on the bright side, I did buy a new kit that comes with a front and back light! Just need to get batteries and install them. 

I'm sure it will happen relatively soon, in the grand scheme of things.

I Cut All My Hair Off!

Seriously, almost all of it.

Pro:
It's totally hot.

Con:
Sunburns on the back of my neck.

Pro:
It'll never be a place I have to wear clothing over!

Con:
...that means everyone can see that it's peeling.

I HAVE ESCAPED!

I am free of a job that sucks the soul right out through my fingers and drains my lifesource to their vast storage pits in hell, and have moved on to a job with lovely people who appreciate me. And it's just a quick bike ride away, in a lovely new shopping center.

Huzzah.

That is all.

Wit and Wisdom from a History Professor

Every once in a while, my teacher made me laugh enough to write these things down in my notes, for one reason or another.

...I don't always now the reason. But still, here they are:

"Lately I've gotten into steampunk. You know who'd be great for that? Humphrey Bogart. Humphrey Bogart would be a great character for steampunk."

"My dad came home from the war, and what happened nine months later?"

(Rises slowly out of his chair and grins)

"We were all babies once. I have one in my life right now...I'm always thinking, was I like them? I guess I must have been. I prefer to think I was more like a puppy."

"No I'm not strictly Apple. My home computer is a PC. Much better gaming quality."

"Sometimes on quizzes I ask what year the Treaty of Paris of 1763 was signed, just to see how many people choose the wrong answer. I feel naughty when I do that."

Prof: "Look at pg 164, it'll be on quiz #3."

Student: "Like a map, or the text, or what?"

Prof: "...something on page 164. I'll let you know when I know. It's a very confusing page, isn't it."

"We look at people diagnosed with cancer and 5 years later, if they're still alive, they hurry up and write it down before they drop dead of cancer. And that's how we get our cancer surviving statistics."

(Studying clothing of the 20's) "Oh hey, there's a lady with an insufficiency of fabric about her."

(Studying clothing of the 1800's and corsets) "Imagine the body under this. Guys, undress her with your eyes."

(Handing out tests and fumbling with the papers) "Please don't talk while I'm doing this. I feel like I get to yell...Also when you're talking I can't grab these papers. It's your fault my fingers don't work. Don't you feel guilty now?"

"What do junkies do in their spare time? Externally, it may look like nothing, but internally they're watching home movies. Their minds create endless entertainment."

"What is wrong with this picture? Besides the nazis. I mean, what's the worst thing about them? Besides the fact that they're nazis.

...Their fashion sense! TERRIBLE."

"Yeah, Egyptians look like Mexicans."

Student: "Can we get extra credit for writing about the food?"

Prof: "Vietnamese food is it's own reward. You don't need points."

Student1: "Will you tell us the origin of Thanksgiving?"

Student2: "Aliens"

Prof: "Haha, that's right. Actually, I know Thanksgiving came from aliens because my dad thought it was acceptable to use oyster dressing. Dressing with oysters in? You're not human if you enjoy that."

Student3: "What's wrong with oysters?"

Prof: "...Are you admitting you're an alien?"

Prof: "I've worn one kind of pants all my life. What were they?"

Student: "Leather."

Prof: "...................................I classify leather pants in the same category as rubber suits. Also, my problem with leather is it's cold."

"If you did that, back in the good old days when we knew how to handle heretics, you'd get burned at the stake."

Harry Potter

Alright, hear me out. I used to be a HUGE fan - you know, the kind that was a stickler for detail and would get upset if it was quoted incorrectly. Then HP became huge and I guess I just did the hipster thing and got bored of it...until we had tickets for the premiere.

I'd never been to a premiere before! I mean, I have, but every one I've been to has been because someone else wanted to go see Terminator: Salvation or Green Lantern and it happened to be midnight. This was my first (and hopefully not last) opportunity to dress up and be a dork with a bunch of other dorks who love being dorks.

And FABULOUS it was! First let me say, if you have never heard of A Very Potter Musical, you are missing out. Allow me to direct you to the hilarity that is Starkid:

http://www.youtube.com/user/St​arKidPotter?blend=3&ob=5#p/c/C​76BE906C9D83A3A/0/wmwM_AKeMC

It may take some time. I'll wait.

Awesome. Let me continue.

Roomie and I went as Ron and Draco from AVPM (she even had the blue headband and the sword of Godric Gryffindor). It was a blast. In A Very Potter Sequel - you can watch that one later - Draco draws Harry a picture very much like this:

"Do you see what's happening to you in it? You're getting hit by a quaffle.

Don't you feel foolish?"

And so I drew one and brought it with me. Every Potter I saw, I would run up and quote the musical at him. "Potter! Potter! Potter! Hey! Hey Potter! I drew a picture of you." Ah, I may have mostly been amusing me and myself - I mean, my friends - but I found it highly entertaining.

We entered the theatre plenty early, so I continued being ridiculous (or should I say ridikkulus!) Hahaa...

By this I mean rolling around on the ground and yelling about pigfarts.

If you skipped the movie, now would be a good time to watch this shorter clip http://www.youtube.com/watch?v​=sUU9CxWUg3c&feature=related that will help you judge me just that much less.

Here comes the best part: After this, a random chick came up to me and told me how much she loved my costume ($5 at a thrift store and a bit of scissor work to make a robe, aka, not amazing) and that she had a Slytherin scarf that no one she knew would want. She offered it to me, and I found this awesome.

But do you know what's really awesome? When I got back into the light, I realized it's official Harry Potter merchandise!

Awww yeah.

And this is why my night was epicly awesome.