Frustration

You know what I hate about writing the most? Naming the characters. Seriously. I have like ten random characters running around in my head. Nameless.
Hmph.

I'm That Bored

Yup. Still sick. Plus I finished all my homework, and my extra-credit math, and some review stuff... Yeah. I'm bored.
So, without further ado, I'm posting a list of people I would fan-girl over if I could ever meet them, in no particular order (note: some of them are dead):

- John Hughes
-Micheal Emerson
-J.K. Rowling
-Hugh Laurie
-The Rolling Stones
-Billy Talent
-Chris Baty
-Chris Colfer
-Lisi Harrison
-Kevin O'Leary

And this is just an abridged list.

In Sickness and in Health...

No, I'm not getting married.
I am, however, sick.
There is an upside and a downside to this.
The upside is that I'm staying home from school today, giving me ample time to work on my novel.
The downside is that my head feels like it's exploding, I have a fever, I was up all night last night, my throat is on fire, and I can't stop thinking of the schoolwork that I'm missing.
Interesting story, though:
Last night, at about eight, I was exhausted, so I took some NyQuil and went to bed. It wore off at about eleven and I woke up. I didn't get back to sleep until about three.
However, while I was awake, I was kind of... well, I guess the word would be either "hallucinating" or "daydreaming," though I think the first one works better, as I was completely awake and I knew I was in my bedroom. Anyways, I hallucinated that there was a war going on and soldiers were hiding in my room, though I couldn't fight because my stomach hurt so badly (seriously, I thought I was going to be sick) and all these people were laughing at me over it.
That really has nothing to do with anything. I just wanted to point out the craziness of hallucinations.

Winner!

Hooray! As you can see by the nifty web badge on the side, I have just validated my Frenzy, coming in at one hundred and fourteen pages.

... Well, I'm bored.

I'm not going to start editing for a month, so I suppose I'll have to keep myself busy with the novel I started to get to one hundred pages(my first one cut out at ninety four, so now I have the beginning of another one). Still, though--I'm feeling the letdown that comes after a big event.

Ahem. Nevermind.

Ignore this. T'was an accident XD

As of yesterday...

I'm done.
WHEEEEEEEE!
Now that I've gotten that out of my system...
Yes, I finished my novel yesterday, at 94 pages, so then I started a new novel, which brought me to 100 pages. I figure that if I can do 100 pages in 14 days, I can finish the second novel in another fourteen days. I guess I'll have to wait and see...

So... Close...

88 pages. 88 PAGES. It is nine twenty-six on a Sunday morning. I should be able to pull of my one-hundred by tonight. So why can't I?
BECAUSE I'M PROCRASTINATING.
I feel blocked.
Bleh.

In Which I Bore You With an Excerpt

I'm at sixty-five pages, and I seem to be hitting the week two blues.
Bleh.
And my teachers all hate me, apparently, as they are assigning crazy amounts of homework. Really, what's more useful? A novel or drawing pictures for French?
Thus, to boost my spirits, I decided to post a little excerpt. Please don't comment on the spelling mistakes, grammar mistakes, logic mistakes, ect... Write or Die, man. Write or Die.

“Do you love her?” Emerson asked.
Dante ghave him a strange look.
“Um… who?” He raised one eyebrow, and absentmindedly touched his lip-ring scar.
“Rae,” Emerson replied. He sneaked a side glance a Dante. He looked uncomfertabble, and he stared straight ahead.
“Why?” Dante’s mouth moved, but other then that, his face seemed still. Impassive.
“You are in love with her!” Emerson laughed.
Dante glared.
“Sorry, it’s just funny that you fell for her, because I think she likes Alexander.” Emerson s hrugged, before realizing what he said.
“I can see why people ignore you,” Dante spat bitterly. “You really have no idea when to close your mouth, do you?”
“Sorry,” Emerson said. “Okay, um… well maybe she doesn’t like Alexander. Maybe the way she hangs around him, talks tohim, laughs at his jokes and always smiles when she’s talking about him means he’s just a friend.”
“You suck,” Dante retorted.
“Wow. That’s intense,” Emerson said lightly. “So are you going to tell her.”
“Yeah, how romantic,” Dante said sardonically. “Hey, since I expect we’re going to die in a few days anyway, you want to make out. I’d say that we’d have a running chane with that pick up line.”
“See!” Emerson pointed a finger at Dante, as if he had just proved his point. “You’re to sarcastic. You’re afraid of letting anyone get close to you!”
“Of course I am! People who are close to you only end up hurting you!” Dante exclaimed.
“That’s what love is. Love is scary as hell, and it hurts like hell to.” Emerson said. “There she is, by the way.”
“I can’t let myself get hurt again,” Dante said, dropping his voice. They were approaching the place where they had made camp.
“Fine,” Emerson said. “But what will hurt more? Love, or watching the one you love with someone else? Knowing that you had a chance and you blew it? Think about that?” Emerson left Dante then. He dropped the food on the ground in somewhat disgust and sat down next to Alexander.
Dante stood alone. He needed to think.

P.S. I found my mothers collection of Rolling Stones CDs. Guess who's going to Itunes after she hits seventy pages... >:)

Halfway Point!

Woot woot! I just hit 50 pages! Am I the only one who finds it funny that I'm also at 25000 words? Sadly, though, I had to pull out something that I wasn't planning to do for another 5000 words at least. But whatever.
Now, my big question is: Paint it Black or Play With Fire? I myself am leaning towards Paint it Black... I'm off to the land of Itunes!

Day Five!

Today is the fifth day of Screnzy and I'm at 45 pages. I've promised myself that if I can get to 50, I'll let myself buy exactly one Rolling Stones song (I love the Stones but I can never afford their music, as Itunes hates me and has upped the price to $1. 29, and I refuse to get music off the internet). So, I sat down with a homemade cafe mocha (yum!) my writing totem (you know 3D glasses that they give at movie theaters? Those, with the lenses popped out) and my (sadly Rolling Stones free) iPod.
And now here I am, procrastinating and making a long, rambling post so that I don't have to go back into my word document and see all those empty pages.
Sigh.

Script Frenzy!

Started April First! Comment if you're participating.
Or, you know, don't (:
But, anyways, it's 11:01 p.m. on the second day and I'm at nineteen pages.
I DON"T HATE EVERYTHING I'VE DONE SO FAR, EITHER!
Just puttin' that out there...
I want to get to twenty pages by midnight, and then hopefully twenty-two or so by 1:00 a.m.
Wish me luck!