Wednesday, October 26, 2011

November: Best and Worst Month of the Year

November swiftly approaches, and with it comes two things. One is good. Great, even. Okay, it's fan-freaking-tastic. The other... not so much.

The most phantasmorical part of November: on November 5, it will be my birthday. Everyone shall gloriously praise the day of my birth, the day I graced the world with my presence. At 7:58 AM, I shall officially be 19 years old. True, this means nothing in our society. But who gives a rip? It's me, and I'm amazing, so that should be enough.

As for the other part of November. NaNoWriMo. Also known as National Novel Writing Month. Best known as simply "NaNo". This time of year strikes both excitement and fear into the hearts of novelists everywhere.

For those of you completely ignorant of this special time of year, it's when you write a 50,000+ word novel in exactly one month. What is the point, you say? To prove that you can do it, of course. There aren't really any prizes (though if you upload your word count on the official site you get a certificate), and most people think we're all idiots for doing it. They might be right, but it's not like we care.

Pretty much, November becomes a time of little sleep, lots of random crying jags, and incessant muttering. You go insane, basically. For those of us with lives (aka school and work), we have to find a way to write 1,667 words a day in between classes and working. This may not SEEM very hard to those of you who have never tried it. Trust me, it's a bitch.

Think about it. Most essays for scholarships or even class cap out at 500 words. That's not even half of what we have to do. It takes people DAYS to write a mere 500 words. In the span of three days, we have to write 5,001 words. Let that sink in for a moment. 5,001 words. That's 100x more words than your lengthier essays.

So I'm warning you now that there might not be any posts during the month of November. Of course, there might be short ones like "Still alive. Five days behind. Please kill me." But something of substance... nah. I'll be far too busy trying to keep from falling too far behind.

Wish me luck. If you're also participating, I wish you luck. We're all crazy, and probably should get locked up. Oh well. Let's roam the streets with foam swords and attacking/chasing cars while we can.

Sunday, October 16, 2011

Howl-O-Scream! Craziness! Whoo!

Ah Howl-O-Scream. It's easily one of the most enjoyable parts of Fall. Possibly the only enjoyable part of Fall, other than my birthday, as I hate the cold. My extreme hatred for the cold makes it difficult to enjoy the other aspects of the season.

Anyway. Back to that delightful little adventure known as Howl-O-Scream. For those of you who are unaware, it is when Busch Gardens, an amusement park, decorates for Halloween and creates haunted houses and scare zones and all that jazz. It's supposed to be frightening, and for some people it is, but to me it's just amusing.

You see, I don't get scared. After that brief stint of my childhood where I hated masks, I lost nearly all fear. People can jump out at me and such, and I just say hello. Or something along the lines of "Really? Go somewhere." So while everyone around me screams, jumps, and runs away, I snicker and applaud the workers who scared the average people.

Last night, I went with a few friends. Krystal, my brother Kyle, Carter, Maddie, and Chelsea. We were a motley crew, and horribly crazy. I think we legitimately worried people.

In line for one of the haunted houses, we played the knot game. You know, where you cross your arms and link hands with two other people, and then you have to untangle yourselves without unlinking your hands. It's super fun, especially with the variety of sizes we had: monstrous, tall, and tiny. When you try to get a 6'5'' man-boy to duck under a 5'2'' girl's arm, you create a very... interesting dilemma.

In the haunted houses and scare zones, we were no better. We talked, laughed, and generally created a ruckus. A vampire insulted my height, saying that short people are easier snacks. For five minutes I yelled at him, the prime quote of which was, "I'M A FEISTY LITTLE BITCH." Poor guy. Kyle laughed the whole time, being the 6'5'' man-boy mentioned earlier.

The best part of the night easily was after I got my lunchbox from the Festhaus. We filled it with change, and whenever one of the workers would hop beside us and make noise (usually shaking or honking something), we would shake my lunchbox right back at them. The first guy got freaked out, obviously not expecting someone to do it back to him. I believe I said, "That's right, we can make noise too! Wut!"

Several other things happened that I can't or won't remember. At some point I had Dippin Dots, as I must unless you want to deal with me whining all night. If you're friends with me on Facebook, you already know that I think melted Rainbow Ice flavour with sex would be great. Because that flavour is fucking delicious.

Pretty much, if you're ever in Williamsburg during October, visit Howl-O-Scream. You'll get a good laugh, and if you try hard enough you can make the workers drop character. Then they get mad at you, which is amusing in itself.

Sunday, October 9, 2011

A Present for Those of You I Like

And if I don't like you... well, here's a peace offering. At least until you prove your stupidity yet again.

You're welcome.

Wednesday, October 5, 2011

UPDATED And Right About Now is When I Wish I Were a Velociraptor

Because then I could kill him, and it wouldn't even be against the law. Everyone would be so excited about a velociraptor being alive in today's era that they wouldn't want to harm me all because I killed some human guy.

Corin, as I'm sure there's a possibility you're going to read this in the near future, you are a complete and utter idiot. Also a jackass, bastard, jerk, degenerate, and reprobate.

You see, everyone, it turns out that Corin never liked me. He was just pretending because he wants as much attention as he can get.

What's worse is he keeps apologizing, as if that helps things. Here's a clue: IT DOESN'T. In fact, it makes me want to stab him even more.

And the worst part is, a small, itty-bitty little part of me keeps screaming, "He might be lying! He might be saying all this so you'll not want to talk to him anymore so that he won't hurt Juliet!"

That part needs to die.

Because it's just making me feel even more screwed up and angry and utterly, unbelievably sad.

I sure know how to pick 'em, don't I?

If anyone knows how one goes about getting over this sort of thing, please let me know. I'm fairly certain that punching holes in the wall, kicking doors, and ripping random objects in half isn't really that effective. As it hasn't proved to be yet.

UPDATE: Guys, Corin unfriended me. AND blocked me. As I don't think I've done anything to merit this (I'm not the one who lied, and manipulated, and was basically a capital reprobate), I'm doubly mad. Overeating isn't helping, nor is running or exercise. At this point, I think I'm stuck.

Tuesday, October 4, 2011

Trauma Drama


That is the noise I am making right now. Don't try to pronounce it. It's one of those things where you either just randomly spurt it out, or you feel exactly the way I do right now. Which is a mixture of confused, sad, angry, and hesitant.

Why do I feel this way, you ask? You get three guesses. Nope, wrong. It has nothing to do with a sudden decision to join clown school to save money. It has to do with Corin. Of course. Gosh, you guys are thick.

There are a few things that are creating this lovely mixture of emotions. One of which is the fact that he ignored me for... 13 days, essentially. Near the end of that period he sent sporadic messages, but nothing like what we're used to. Only yesterday did we begin messaging each other for real again. So that caused the usual paranoia: he doesn't like me, he's changed his mind, I'm too annoying, etc.

Friday he was supposed to call me. Instead, he went to a party and got drunk. So we arranged for him to call this upcoming Wednesday. It now is not going to happen.

You see, he's decided to tell Juliet everything. Now, as to what "everything" is, I have no real idea. He said it meant everything that I said, and everything that he said. Now, as long as he doesn't tell her my name, that's fine. Whatever. But if he gives her my name, I'm ruined at college next year. So hopefully he won't mention it, either on purpose or unintentionally.

Now I'm sure you're wondering WHY he is going to tell her now, after it's been almost two months, and he's ignored me for nearly two weeks. I wondered myself, and asked. Corin's response, "I realized that I need to stop making mistakes in what I do... and when I do, I need to own up to them." Okay, OUCH. I mean, I know all of this wasn't good and could technically be classified as a "mistake," but still. That hurt. A lot. Like a lance through my heart.

This didn't make sense to me. After all, what made him realize this? Something had to. But I didn't ask, because I'm aware that most people find my incessant questions annoying. Also that it would make me come across as obsessive, when really I'm just very curious as to the motives behind people's actions. I DID ask "why now?" and he just said some nonsense about thinking this is the right time to say something.

Right time... to tell your long-term girlfriend that you've been interested in another girl... when she's driving 3+ hours to come stay with you for the weekend... huh. That certainly sounds like the right time to me. Any other time just wouldn't be right.

But anyway. I'm kind of freaking out. What in the world could this mean? My mother thinks I need to just wash my hands of him - there's no point to him telling Juliet about this. Either he should break up with her, or stop talking to me. It's that simple to her. I cannot keep things that... neat. I wish I could, because then I wouldn't be fretting over all of this.

I'm very worried that he's going to spin everything so that it looks like I initiated all of this. Corin isn't that bad of a guy, but still I worry. It's what most guys would do, especially when their girlfriend is going to be VERY angry with them.

And besides, telling her will result in one of two things, as far as I can see. Either she will break up with him and he'll blame me and stop talking to me, or she will stay with him and he will stop talking to me to preserve what little trust she has left. No matter which one happens, I lose someone that I really enjoy talking to, someone who can somewhat keep up with me. No matter which happens, I get hurt.

Don't get me wrong, I'm glad he's telling her. She deserves to know the truth, and to hear it from him instead of someone else. I just wish it wouldn't bring so much pain to me.

Anyway. That's pretty much everything. It's why I'll be extra snippy toward everyone I talk to, and why I'll randomly look queasy. Oh well. I'm going to try to distract myself with Peter Pan stories and exorbitant amounts of food and running.