So I'm pretty sure I've got the same depression thing my mom has. Which is awesome. Not. I'm happy for two or two and a half weeks out of every month. Yay. I don't know. I'll go to the doctor and check it out.
Also, I am having a very had time getting back into the whole school thing. And the whole work thing. Not awesome.
In other news, speech on Thursday, two papers due on Tuesday (one I can turn in on Thurs but...speech), NaNo meetup on Wednesday (if I end up going), then NaNoWriMo starts. Big week coming up. Not excited anymore. The timing is bad and I CHOSE the day of my speech. Good job, me. Not.
Also, feeling alienated and like an outsider again. So, that's funny.
I am getting more and more excited about NaNoWriMo. My 1667 words a day ends up being two and a half pages, single-spaced, in a 12 pt font. Which is less than a paper so I can do it.
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2007 9 October :: 12.34pm
:: Mood: nostalgic
:: Music: Radiohead - Let Down
So they are doing construction on campus, which is a major pain in the arse because it's right along the path I walk every day. Anyway, I was on my way to the Science Bldg. and I passed a construction worker sitting in the shade, relaxing and enjoying his lunch. I was immediately brought back to the summer of '01 working at Arrow Door, sitting outside with Chris, Fras, and Co. I remember jumping in line with everyone at the food cart outside, and the day Stashia and Christa brought us lunch. I hated that job, but sitting outside in the shade, cooling off from the stagnating heat in and outside the building, all the while savoring every last moment of freedom before returning to the floor, that's a fond memory.
My brother called me earlier to tell me one of their new cats had died. The little cute one that would just chill on your shoulder.
I thought I was okay after I cried it out once but apparently I'm not. She was not gaining weight and Mom thinks she died of respiratory failure because she had a cold. My sister was at a friend's house and it was homecoming so they didn't tell her. And they haven't told her yet. Mom said she buried the cat, Hero, and will tell her on Sunday when she gets home.
Hannah had a rough time when we had to put McHenry to sleep and she loved this cat so I'll be up in Rockford tomorrow.
Pushing Daisies is a show you should watch if:
you have ovaries
you like Gilmore Girls
you like laughing
you like style
you need something to watch on Wednesdays because every other day is booked
you are worried about watching a new show too late (you can watch episodes you missed on abc.com)
you like Big Fish, Amelie, Edward Scissorhands, Wonderfalls or Wes Anderson
you are awesome
you are lame
For those of you who want to join my NaNoWriMo quest, go to the website (nanowrimo.org), sign up and add me (Angel_Bob). You'll get an adorable email and then we can make a party and start this thing.
I've decided I'm going to write my romance novel because it does not need to be very good.
I'm planning already. 50,000 words in 30 days is 1,666.66667 words a day. I've decided to plan it out the first two days so 50,000 words in 28 days is 1,785.71429 words a day. So if I start in on it the first day, I'll need about 1667 words a day but if I wait, I'll need 1786 words a day. For comparison, MLK's I have a dream speech has 1,601 words. And that's not that long at all.
I have decided to try NaNoWriMo this year. We shall see how it goes.. I don't get on the computer much but I guess I could hand write it like the olden days.
I am sadly excited to do it. It's like motivation.
Oh, in case you don't know, November is National Novel Writing Month. A bunch of people all sign up and pledge to write a novel from November 1-30. A novel being a 175-page/50,000-word piece of work.
It's always sounded fun but I've never been inspired to do it until now. Or wanted to. This semester is easy and I can always get rid of a few hours at work if need be.
This is exciting. I am stoked.
P.S. If anyone else wants to do it (Katti, Jessa) that would be awesome. Then we can all motivate each other.
Andy, I noticed a change in the saying. It is not cool. I loved you first. That bitch don't know shit.
In other news, I will not be able to go to Red Flannel for the first time in two years. Nick has to work which means Nick has the car. It wouldn't be the same without him anyway. This makes me sad. Red Flannel is the start of fall and I'd get to see Nick's parents.