It occured to me that I'm not going to get the 50,000-word mark by the end of November, and I'm okay with that. The reason for that being NaNoWriMo is all about pumping out words for the sake of word count, and I can't do that. I can't force myself to write if the writing is going to be all about quantity and not about quality. If I'm going to write something, whether it be for a school paper, a NaNovel, or even this blog, it has to be decent writing. I get fantastic ideas very seldomly, but when I do, they're great, and that's when I write. So far, it's been six days since the start of this year's NaNoWriMo, and my word count is 5,485. It's decent, I must say, but on average, I should have 10k by the end of today, and I very much doubt I'll get that far tonight.
Anyway, it doesn't really matter if I don't get 50k by November 30th, because I'm going to keep working on my Joker story, which I've called "Would it Kill You to Smile?" Catchy, right? Yeah, I'd actually love to really get that story done, and, however long it turns out to be, I'd like to try and get it published. I know for a fact that people would read a story about the Joker's origins, just because he's such a popular comic book character, and with the recent Dark Knight movie, and Heath Ledger's astonishing performance, Batman fans would eat this shit up.
Appealing to the mainstream audience. I'm doin' it right!
I bought one of the best albums in the world today. I went to the mall when Ashley went to work and I picked up Matthew Good's "Live at Massey Hall". Sweet adorable Jesus, what a fucking amazing album that is. He puts on such an awesome live show, and I would kill to see him in concert. The best thing about the album (aside from it being two discs) is that not only does he perform songs from his solo albums, but a good 30% of his material is popular hits from when he was still part of Matthew Good Band. It was such a treat to hear him sing songs like "Hello Time Bomb", "Apparitions", and "Strange Days" (which he performs acoustically to my insane delight) with his band. The crowd lost their shit when they heard those songs. If you're a Matthew Good fan, I'd definitely recommend picking up this album either at HMV or CD Plus (for those of you who venture to the Avalon Mall).
Other than that, I haven't really done much. I have the first three seasons of Boston Public downloaded, and I'm already about a third of the way through season 2. Seriously, it's the best show I've ever seen. Hell, that show inspires me to become a teacher, just so I'll know the joys of some of the characters. Yeah, I'm weird like that.
So I'm excited for this weekend. Why? Because I'm going home for a few days. Officially it's Rememberance Day weekend, even though we only get the actual holiday off, which is Tuesday. That means I still have school on Monday, but fuck it, I'm not going. My guess is that most of the students at MUN won't be going on Monday, because, let's face it, it's just not worth getting up for one day of school in between days off. But anyway, that's beside the point. The point is that I'll get to go home again to see my family, and drive my van, and sleep in and do nothing for three or four days. AND, Ashley's coming home with me, so I'm really happy for that. She has all of next week off work, so she's going home to spend time with her Mom, whom she hasn't seen since she moved out here in the beginning of September. So, she's coming to my place with me on the bus Saturday morning, and she's staying at the house until Monday when either her Mom comes out to get her, or we send her back on the bus. Either way, Ashley's getting a free ride out.
I still need to clean up my fucking room. I'll do that tomorrow while I'm packing to go home. Stupid room, being all... messy... and big... and... stupid.
Thursday, November 6, 2008
Thursday, October 30, 2008
Here I Am Expecting Just a Little Bit Too Much From the Wounded
NaNoWriMo officially starts tomorrow night at midnight. I can't fucking wait to start writing, although there's a chance that I won't be home for the start of it, as Ashley and I may end up downtown to see a concert at Junction's. One of Ashley's friends from work is in a band called Spider Valentine, and they're playing with The Satans and Geinus tomorrow night, so it should be a fun time. Also, Mardi Gras will be going on tomorrow, so it's going to be fucking busy as shit down there, but it'll be awesome to see everyone in their costumes. My friend Tommy is actually going as The Joker, so I'm really looking forward to seeing how his costume turns out.
Our first NaNo meeting was last night, and holy balls, what a turnout we had! There were 17 of us in total, and I know a few people who are participating and couldn't make it last night. It's awesome to have younger people get into it, too, and everyone has fucking fantastic ideas for their NaNovels! I can't wait until the next meeting when I can actually read some excerpts of their works-in-progress.
So, I had somewhat of a situation yesterday evening. As some of you may know, Ashley dyed my hair pink last week. Well, Dad found out about it yesterday and laid into me over the phone. I won't repeat any of the things that he said to me, because let's face it, when he gets in that mood I usually block him out anyway, so I honestly can't remember most of what he said. I didn't understand why he was so mad at me though. I mean, it's fucking hair, for Christ's sake. Actually, scratch what I said about not repeating anything Dad said to me. He actually implied that I was ruining my life because of my pink hair. Of course, at the time I couldn't say anything back to him because the shock of the things he said was too overwhelming, but Mom called me later last night after the NaNo meeting and we had a nice chat about it. I explained to her that I wasn't ruining anything about my life. I mean, I could be out doing a lot of things that are worse than dying my hair, such as, like, doing drugs, or vandalizing property or whatever bullshit that's the "cool" thing to do nowadays. Needless to say, I was pissed off at Dad last night.
Luckily, however, we're on good terms now. Dad called me today and he apologized in the best way he could. He didn't actually say he was sorry, but he admitted that he's too old-fashioned for his own good, and that he's just like his father, etc, and I could tell he was really embarrassed about the overreaction. I should have expected him to overreact, but what I didn't expect was how much he overreacted. But, whatever, it's over now, and come on, he's my Dad. I love him, no matter what he says to me, even if some of the stuff he does say makes me want to kick his ass for being an idiot.
:)
Our first NaNo meeting was last night, and holy balls, what a turnout we had! There were 17 of us in total, and I know a few people who are participating and couldn't make it last night. It's awesome to have younger people get into it, too, and everyone has fucking fantastic ideas for their NaNovels! I can't wait until the next meeting when I can actually read some excerpts of their works-in-progress.
So, I had somewhat of a situation yesterday evening. As some of you may know, Ashley dyed my hair pink last week. Well, Dad found out about it yesterday and laid into me over the phone. I won't repeat any of the things that he said to me, because let's face it, when he gets in that mood I usually block him out anyway, so I honestly can't remember most of what he said. I didn't understand why he was so mad at me though. I mean, it's fucking hair, for Christ's sake. Actually, scratch what I said about not repeating anything Dad said to me. He actually implied that I was ruining my life because of my pink hair. Of course, at the time I couldn't say anything back to him because the shock of the things he said was too overwhelming, but Mom called me later last night after the NaNo meeting and we had a nice chat about it. I explained to her that I wasn't ruining anything about my life. I mean, I could be out doing a lot of things that are worse than dying my hair, such as, like, doing drugs, or vandalizing property or whatever bullshit that's the "cool" thing to do nowadays. Needless to say, I was pissed off at Dad last night.
Luckily, however, we're on good terms now. Dad called me today and he apologized in the best way he could. He didn't actually say he was sorry, but he admitted that he's too old-fashioned for his own good, and that he's just like his father, etc, and I could tell he was really embarrassed about the overreaction. I should have expected him to overreact, but what I didn't expect was how much he overreacted. But, whatever, it's over now, and come on, he's my Dad. I love him, no matter what he says to me, even if some of the stuff he does say makes me want to kick his ass for being an idiot.
:)
Monday, October 27, 2008
It's Not Like You Drove the Hateful Spear Into His Side
If I said that my room looks like a tornado came through it, chewed up all of my stuff, vomited it all out, and then took a dump on it, I would call that being modest.
It's not that my room is dirty, but there's just so much stuff all over the place. Like, clean clothes that I never bothered to fold and put away are strewn all over the floor, empty soda cans and water bottles are littering my computer desk, school books and papers are in a big pile in the corner of my room next to my TV, and my bed is still left unmade from this morning. I'm sure I'll get around to actually folding up my clothes sometime tonight, probably after I'm finished writing this blog entry.
So, I'm planning on participating in this year's edition of NaNoWriMo. If you don't know what that is, it's short for National Novel Writing Month. It's an online project which is actually international, despite the title, wherein the participants have thirty days (November 1-30) to write 50,000 words. I found out about it last year from... actually, I don't remember how I learned about NaNo, but I ended up participating last year and I didn't get far at all. I think I got about 2,000 or 3,000 words total, and to be honest, I can't even remember the story I was writing. All I know is that I got very bored with my story because I kind of just started writing and had no plot or planning whatsoever.
This year is different. This year I actually have somewhat of a plan. See, I wasn't planning on doing NaNo again this year, but I did have an idea for something I really wanted to write. It might sound lame to some people, but ever since I saw The Dark Knight I've always wanted to write a story explaining the origins of Joker from childhood to present day. I fucking LOVED Heath Ledger's performance as Joker, and I really want to stay true to the darker, more sadistic version. So, I do have most of the story planned out, and I'm going to try to make it as realistic and believable as I can, complete with explaining how he really got his scars. If it all works out the way I hope, I'm going to try and get it published somewhere, because that would be sexy.
Ashley and I went to the mall yesterday afternoon and watched Saw V. All in all, it was a decent movie. The storyline was much more solid and it explained some events that were unclear in the previous movies. However, the thing that really pissed me off about it was that they really slacked off with the traps in this one. Don't get me wrong, there were a couple of really clever traps in it, but for the most part they weren't very creative. One trap in particular was very simple (not that it was a bad trap), but the way it worked out was amazingly clever on the guy's part. Also they had some really disturbing images which made me look away from the screen and bury my face in Ashley's shoulder (which she thought was really cute ^.^). I'm not going to spoil anything from the movie, just in case you haven't seen it. All I can tell you is that there will most definitely be a Saw VI.
Lately I've been really wanting to start up a band or something. I've been playing bass almost every day, and I'm quite good at it now, as I'm regularly playing along with the likes of Tool and Red Hot Chili Peppers, and even a bit of Primus. The only bad thing is that I haven't been singing as much as I would like to. I don't get the chance to really explore my voice as much because I'm not comfortable enough to sing like that in front of other people just yet. That's why I can't wait to go home next weekend for a few days, so I can put an album on in my van while I'm driving and belt out songs. Tommy and I have a fuckton of songs that we want to cover, so much so that we really have to put a list of them together so we can remember them all. We sing in public quite a bit, whether it be on the Metrobus or in some random fast food restaurant; we can harmonize very well. We do a kickass rendition of Simon & Garfunkel's "The Sound of Silence", as well as "Insomnia" by Wintersleep, and even some funny songs like "Lullaby (The Divorce Song)" by Stephen Lynch. God, I really want to start a band.
I feel horrible, physically. I'm almost sure I have the flu, because I've had a stomach ache and a headache ever since I woke up this morning. I went to school anyway, because I had a quiz in my first class, so I just went home after the quiz. I didn't do much at all today. I'm currently downloading the first season of Boston Public (because that show is so awesome it rapes my senses with its awesomeness), and I spent part of the day looking to download Adobe Flash, because I'd actually love to make Flash animations. I think this spawned from my complete adoration of any video Egoraptor has ever done on Newgrounds. Seriously, every video I've seen by him leaves me in stitches.
Speaking of stitches, for those of you who don't know, I had another surgery last Monday, although this one was only minor. A lot of you know that I had jaw surgery last April to fix a crossbite that I had (i.e. my top and bottom teeth didn't line up at all, instead my bottom jaw shifted dramatically to the left). Well, the surgeon had to cut up my jawbones and such and rearrange them in a way that made my jaw perfectly aligned. And, since he couldn't really put a cast on my jawbones to let them heal, I had metal plates and screws put in the bones to hold them in place while they healed, and they would be in there for the rest of my life. Anyway, it turns out that I was rejecting one of the metal plates, as it was causing some infection over the past year, so I got the plate and the screws removed from the left side of my face last week. I have to say, if you've ever been under anaesthetic, then you know that it feels AWESOME. I had the IV in my arm, and then the nurse put in the anaesthetic, so I asked her how long I'd be out, to which she replied "about half an hour". And then BAM! The next thing I remember is walking out of Dad's car and down the steps to my front door. I don't remember waking up from the operation, I don't remember Dad supporting me out of the dental center, and I don't remember the drive home. But anyway, I still have the stitches on the inside of my mouth, which is a piss off because they're stiff and sometimes the ends dig into my lower lip. I can't wait until they finally dissolve and come out; it's annoying as balls having to chew all of my food on the right side of my mouth until the stitches come out. However, this time it's a hell of a lot more convenient, because I'm actually able to eat food and stuff; when I had my first surgery, my jaw was wired shut for three weeks, so I had to eat...er... drink everything through a straw, which really pissed me off.
Gah... my headache is getting worse. I think I'm going to go lie down and get some sleep. After all, it is past 2:00 in the morning. I need to start going to sleep earlier...
It's not that my room is dirty, but there's just so much stuff all over the place. Like, clean clothes that I never bothered to fold and put away are strewn all over the floor, empty soda cans and water bottles are littering my computer desk, school books and papers are in a big pile in the corner of my room next to my TV, and my bed is still left unmade from this morning. I'm sure I'll get around to actually folding up my clothes sometime tonight, probably after I'm finished writing this blog entry.
So, I'm planning on participating in this year's edition of NaNoWriMo. If you don't know what that is, it's short for National Novel Writing Month. It's an online project which is actually international, despite the title, wherein the participants have thirty days (November 1-30) to write 50,000 words. I found out about it last year from... actually, I don't remember how I learned about NaNo, but I ended up participating last year and I didn't get far at all. I think I got about 2,000 or 3,000 words total, and to be honest, I can't even remember the story I was writing. All I know is that I got very bored with my story because I kind of just started writing and had no plot or planning whatsoever.
This year is different. This year I actually have somewhat of a plan. See, I wasn't planning on doing NaNo again this year, but I did have an idea for something I really wanted to write. It might sound lame to some people, but ever since I saw The Dark Knight I've always wanted to write a story explaining the origins of Joker from childhood to present day. I fucking LOVED Heath Ledger's performance as Joker, and I really want to stay true to the darker, more sadistic version. So, I do have most of the story planned out, and I'm going to try to make it as realistic and believable as I can, complete with explaining how he really got his scars. If it all works out the way I hope, I'm going to try and get it published somewhere, because that would be sexy.
Ashley and I went to the mall yesterday afternoon and watched Saw V. All in all, it was a decent movie. The storyline was much more solid and it explained some events that were unclear in the previous movies. However, the thing that really pissed me off about it was that they really slacked off with the traps in this one. Don't get me wrong, there were a couple of really clever traps in it, but for the most part they weren't very creative. One trap in particular was very simple (not that it was a bad trap), but the way it worked out was amazingly clever on the guy's part. Also they had some really disturbing images which made me look away from the screen and bury my face in Ashley's shoulder (which she thought was really cute ^.^). I'm not going to spoil anything from the movie, just in case you haven't seen it. All I can tell you is that there will most definitely be a Saw VI.
Lately I've been really wanting to start up a band or something. I've been playing bass almost every day, and I'm quite good at it now, as I'm regularly playing along with the likes of Tool and Red Hot Chili Peppers, and even a bit of Primus. The only bad thing is that I haven't been singing as much as I would like to. I don't get the chance to really explore my voice as much because I'm not comfortable enough to sing like that in front of other people just yet. That's why I can't wait to go home next weekend for a few days, so I can put an album on in my van while I'm driving and belt out songs. Tommy and I have a fuckton of songs that we want to cover, so much so that we really have to put a list of them together so we can remember them all. We sing in public quite a bit, whether it be on the Metrobus or in some random fast food restaurant; we can harmonize very well. We do a kickass rendition of Simon & Garfunkel's "The Sound of Silence", as well as "Insomnia" by Wintersleep, and even some funny songs like "Lullaby (The Divorce Song)" by Stephen Lynch. God, I really want to start a band.
I feel horrible, physically. I'm almost sure I have the flu, because I've had a stomach ache and a headache ever since I woke up this morning. I went to school anyway, because I had a quiz in my first class, so I just went home after the quiz. I didn't do much at all today. I'm currently downloading the first season of Boston Public (because that show is so awesome it rapes my senses with its awesomeness), and I spent part of the day looking to download Adobe Flash, because I'd actually love to make Flash animations. I think this spawned from my complete adoration of any video Egoraptor has ever done on Newgrounds. Seriously, every video I've seen by him leaves me in stitches.
Speaking of stitches, for those of you who don't know, I had another surgery last Monday, although this one was only minor. A lot of you know that I had jaw surgery last April to fix a crossbite that I had (i.e. my top and bottom teeth didn't line up at all, instead my bottom jaw shifted dramatically to the left). Well, the surgeon had to cut up my jawbones and such and rearrange them in a way that made my jaw perfectly aligned. And, since he couldn't really put a cast on my jawbones to let them heal, I had metal plates and screws put in the bones to hold them in place while they healed, and they would be in there for the rest of my life. Anyway, it turns out that I was rejecting one of the metal plates, as it was causing some infection over the past year, so I got the plate and the screws removed from the left side of my face last week. I have to say, if you've ever been under anaesthetic, then you know that it feels AWESOME. I had the IV in my arm, and then the nurse put in the anaesthetic, so I asked her how long I'd be out, to which she replied "about half an hour". And then BAM! The next thing I remember is walking out of Dad's car and down the steps to my front door. I don't remember waking up from the operation, I don't remember Dad supporting me out of the dental center, and I don't remember the drive home. But anyway, I still have the stitches on the inside of my mouth, which is a piss off because they're stiff and sometimes the ends dig into my lower lip. I can't wait until they finally dissolve and come out; it's annoying as balls having to chew all of my food on the right side of my mouth until the stitches come out. However, this time it's a hell of a lot more convenient, because I'm actually able to eat food and stuff; when I had my first surgery, my jaw was wired shut for three weeks, so I had to eat...er... drink everything through a straw, which really pissed me off.
Gah... my headache is getting worse. I think I'm going to go lie down and get some sleep. After all, it is past 2:00 in the morning. I need to start going to sleep earlier...
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