Excuses, Excuses (Irish Edition)

Rest assured, dear reader, that I would love to recount my adventures of the past few days to you. It is a fascinating tale of airplanes, exhaustion, and whiskey marmalade, but, unfortunately, even though I've been taking careful notes, they kind of degenerated into random scribbles once the jet lag set in. As soon as I remember what I did yesterday, I'll finish up writing a blog post.

Today, however, I'm going to a butter museum. A better butter museum. Betty Botter bought some butter, but the butter was too bitter…

Ta!

Sleep Deprivation

So I'm in Ireland. Wheee… It's only 10:15, and I am just dying for a good night's sleep. I will post the adventures of my first few days out of the house once I've stopped lying on the floor, making sounds like a leaky balloon.

For some reason, computer is vibrating or something, and it's making it hard to type without touching the laptop itself. When you do touch it, it's incredibly painful and stings. Stupid computer, I do not understand you.

Platypodes and Anime Vampires

Yeah, that's basically what I dreamed about last night. At the beginning I was at some sort of jungle-themed summer camp, and for some reason I brought my fat, fluffy, orange pet platypus. But—oh noes!—pet platypus was injured in some way that was never really clear to me! Maybe it was her foot or something…?

So I took her home (which didn't, in any way, resemble my actual house) and put her in my room, and then I went and sat on the stairs while my younger sister (???) was watching TV. Apparently, she was watching an anime about weird vampire romance. At first I thought it took place in some sort of dystopian future world, but no, the vampires lived in Missouri. Lovely.

And then my mom woke me up and my cat jumped onto my bed. Good morning.

Barcodes Are Easy

So, I couldn't sleep last night. Partly because of my own 'recklessness' or what-have-you, partly because I knew I had to get up in the morning, so, of course, I couldn't sleep.

BUT! One good thing came out of my insomnia. I can now read barcodes! It's easy, really. Kind of like binary, but not at all. And now I will teach it to you.

…

There are fat black bars, skinny black bars, white fat spaces, and white skinny spaces. The skinny white spaces are just the spaces between the numbers, so don't worry about them.

Skinny black bars represent 0's.
Fat black bars represent 1's.
Fat white spaces represent dashes.

At the beginning and end of every barcode is an asterisk. (Like this: *) Asterisks are represented by a series of bars, or 1's and 0's, that are identical at the beginning and end of the barcode. So, the easiest way to figure these out is to compare the beginning and end of the barcode. Take the fat bar/skinny bar combination from the very end and find an identical combination near the beginning. From that place on back is the asterisk, so you find the matching combination at the end and take those away.

Really, just throw them out. We don't need them. They're on every one.

Now you just have the plain barcode. My advice is to write out the 1, 0, and - combination, and then make a mark every 5 numbers. This doesn't include dashes. Actually, if you do it right, there will be two digits, a dash, and then three digits every time.

The combinations are arranged like this:

• 0 is 00-110
• 1 is 10-001
• 2 is 01-001
• 3 is 11-000
• 4 is 00-101
• 5 is 10-100
• 6 is 01-100
• 7 is 00-011
• 8 is 10-010
• 9 is 01-010

(If I ever get a tattoo, it will be of the above list.)

This is only the most basic and common form of barcodes, and it doesn't work on packaging. You can't read your mail wrappers like this. At least, that's what the Wired website told me. There are a few other kids of barcoding, but my arm started hurting after that, so I just went to bed. 

And now you know. 

Happy Father's Day! *waves random flag*

(*Go back to the instructions, you moron; this isn't a footnote!)

A Stroke of Brilliance

So, earlier today I watched the first two Star Wars films. By which I mean, A New Hope (IV) and The Empire Strikes Back (V), not…the other ones. BUT! During the scene In V where Han Solo flies the Millenium Falcon into an asteroid field, I took note of Leia's line, "You don't have to do this just to impress me." I knew that in my current writing project (Untitled), Han would have most likely retorted, "Because I'm obviously trying to impress you," or something along those lines.

HANG ON A MINUTE, GIRLFRIEND.

Lily—Han—Hatter—Leia—Crossover—Sweet zombie Jesus! (Aheh. Heh. Random Futurama joke inserted for your confusion.)

• I had the brilliant idea to rewrite the Star Wars Original Trilogy with my characters. 
• Kitty, the slightly annoying younger sister of my MC's friend, as Luke 
• Hatter (yes-it's-Alice-in-Wonderland-themed-why-you-ask?) as Leia
• Lily, his fiancee, as Han Solo
• Allie, my MC, as R2D2
• Arthur, Allie's friend and Kitty's older brother, as C3PO
• The magician Dune, Kitty's former mentor, as Obi-Wan Kenobi (I had to invent a couple of characters, but now they're actually making the story better!)
• Bianca, Lily's mother and Arthur and Kitty's aunt, as Lando Calrissian (another invented character, but I swear she's gonna be great.)
• Anatolia, the main Big Bad and owner of a company that makes toasters, as Darth Vader
• Maurice, Anatolia's lame-ish brother, as the Emperor
• Aaaand finally: Parker, Allie's boyfriend and a complete geek, as Yoda

I've written just a little bit, but it's already hilarious to everyone who's read the original story. (Including me, that number would be one.)

I am such a geek. 

Posting Less

Only in my mind could a sentence like "Oh no! I almost knocked over the shot glass of raspberries with my elephant!" make sense.

To business.

As of today, I will be posting much more erratically. If I get an idea for a post, I will write it, but I'm not going to write half a dozen blog posts of padding a week. So…erratic. Yeah. Maybe I'll even start editing, or making sure I have a climatic ending for each post. This is partially due to Claudia chastising me for all those pointless posts.

Um…. Here's a picture of a swimming pool.

Isn't that lovely.

People Are Weird, But I'm The Weirdest

I was looking through a math notebook of mine that I haven't used in a few months, and I found some rather questionable material. The question, of course, being "What were you thinking?" If you want to see a carrot holding a knife next to a tomato in a pool of ketchup, I'm your gal, apparently.

Also, there's a lot of doodles of animals. Zebras, a raccoon named Maurice, elephants, monkeys, a lot of cutesy bears, lizards (they might be dragons), one of my friends as a ghost, a creature I named "Whacko," and Winnie the Pooh characters. TARDISs, Daleks, Cybermen, and dirigibles are also plentiful.

And then there's a page completely devoted to:

I got up in the morning and got on the yellow death machine.

You should throw up

is my tongue blue? It's a jolly rancher. No, it's a disease.

“Lapis lazui.”

“Lactose intolerant.”

“I'm lactose intolerant!”

“everybody thinks I am. I throw up.”

he tore it up like a little baby!

Yes, these are all things my actual classmates actually said. That's not even the worst of it. There are some even stranger things. 


Claudia is in the depths of the netherworld today, so this post is completely devoid of her usual snarky comments. 


Oh, right, I should find you something awesome for today. Lessee, what am I listening to… This! :D

I'm Bored

If I had a catchphrase, it would probably be "*sigh* I'm bad at this," or if I'm being sarcastic, "I'm very good at this."

Likewise, if I wrote a book full of quotes, it would be full of things like this:

• One of my favorite hobbies is to go on Google Translate and make it say dumb things in Russian. 
• I figured out that if you press on the space next to the trackpad on my laptop, it clicks. This might be a manufacturing error, but I was really freaked out until I figured out what was happening. 
• One Thanksgiving, my cousin and I went for a walk. We ran back once we realized we had been gone for hours. We hadn't, my watch was an hour ahead. There was a moral to this story, but now I can't remember what it is.
• I was slightly disappointed when I found out I was too old to sit at the kids' table on holidays. I'm still upset.
• My mind wanders, but that's okay, because it usually comes back. 

I agree with that last one wholeheartedly.

Have I Mentioned That I Have A Cat Today?

Yeah, she's still here. I haven't accidently killed her, gone insane and murdered her, lost her, or sold her for iTunes cards.

"Good Lord."

Okay, that sounded really, really bad. Dark humor, people, I'll be here all week! Or until the Internet dies, whichever comes first!

I'm just going to try this again.

My cat is being a lovely little mollycoddle ("That word makes no sense in context, Omnia."), which here means "the silliest cat I have ever owned. For serious."

"No! It! Doesn't! It means to treat someone very indulgently or protectively, or, as a noun, an effeminate man or boy! Sometimes I think you say things just to spite me!"

Yup. Way to rawr, Claud.

Now that Claudia has curled up in the corner, sobbing over my word choice, I can go on with my post:

Salisbury--that's one of my nicknames for her. Salisbury. 'Cause, you know, her name's Sally. Other nicknames include Puddin', Cat-Cat, Sal, and Holy-Crap-How-Did-You-Do-That-?!

So, Sal's been--

You know what, I never actually planned any content for this post, so…

*end*

(Also, I cannot find my library card. This frightens and upsets me.)

(Also, here is something awesome. It's, like, funny. And stuff.

In Which I Discuss Chapter Titles

I've always been rather proud of my off-the-wall chapter titles. Since this is a contingency post, that will be more than half the content.

Just some of the ones my strange little mind has come up with recently:

• Operation Crazy Plan
• Fedora Boy and Candy Cane Girl to the Rescue
• There's Batman, Wonder Woman, Wolverine…and Then There's Allie
• In Which Our Protagonists Almost Run over Allie's Boyfriend
• New Friends and Fire
• How to be a Renegade Fighter in Five Easy Lessons You Can Learn at Home
• All Mages Need Familiars, and Robots Don't Count
• An Encounter with a Freaking DRAGON! No, Seriously. 
• Okay, No Dragons in That Chapter, But There Are in This One, I Swear. And Zombies, Zombies Too.
• Good vs. Evil, White Magic vs. Black Magic, Usual Crap
• The Plot Thickens. Not Literally, Of Course, But in the Figurative—Oh, Forget It…
• Don't Worry; We're Pretty Much Near the Climax

Etc.

48…49…50…51…

Hi. I'm bored. This post shall have no coherency whatsoever.

Well…I'm brushing my hair. Well, I say brushing. I'm combing my hair, because I have not been able to find my hairbrush for many years. I decided to brush my hair with 100 strokes, just 'cause I'm awesome like that.

I'm up to 55.

Whatsoever is a cool word. So is defenestration. And sequences. But I think my favorite word is feline. 'cause it sounds groovy, yo.

I'll stop trying to be cool now. I lost all my coolness years ago, when I realized that I would devote the rest of my life to being an enormous geek.

68 strokes now.

Pachyderm is also a really cool word. So is tachyon. Which I have been pronouncing wrong. It's takee-on. Or maybe the dictionary is lying to me.

82!

How could the dictionary betray me like that? We used to be tight, and now… (See paragraph #5)

100 strokes! Wanna see if I can make it to 1000?!

No, I'm not going to do that. You may throw yourselves onto the floor and weep hysterically now.

n

I really hope no one randomly runs across my blog today. This isn't a typical post, I swear.

"Yes, it is."

I could have sworn I had a few contingency posts to put up at times when I couldn't think of a single good thing to say. Obviously, I don't. I should do that…

There is a quote somewhere over here. There will now be a new quote there EVERY SINGLE DAY.

Whoa, I totally didn't plan for the arrow to be pointing exactly at the quote. Just kind of in the general area.

(EFITIFY: The arrow no longer points right at the quote. I'm sorry you missed it.

My Mouth Hurts

Because I went to the orthodontist and now it hurts a lot. I can't eat pasta without falling onto the floor and screaming "Dear God, the pain!"

Okay, I may have exaggerated that a wee bit. But it still hurts.

Um, what was I going to say…

"You'll have to forgive her. Her brain is broken today."

I hate you, Claudia.

"You watched Back To The Future last night. Were you going to mention that?"

Yes, I did, and yes, I was.

It was awesome. I watched the first two movies and now I'm going to have to watch the third one or my brain is going to explode from wondering what happens.

Good movie. Really.

Oh, and I maded a little box that I'll write a quote in every day. Spawned from the fact that I have a long list of quotes saved to my computer, and also because I now am the proud owner of a copy of Horseradish.

Be afraid. Be very, very afraid.

It's Like Monty Python With Robots

I get to drive four hours with my mom to go to the orthodontist today--*headdesk*--but I'll be back tomorrow.

You know something's wrong when I am awake at 6 AM.

So, I had a really weird dream last night while I was only half asleep after half-waking up at 3 AM. Like, super weird. Even for me.

I don't remember a lot of it, but I think there was a plot kind of like Monty Python's The Holy Grail, except Bender from Futurama was in it. And there was another part that I think had Vendetta from Making Fiends.

I'm not quite as original as I used to be. Maybe it's all the TV I've been watching. If it wasn't for Netflix and Hulu, I would literally go insane.

Speaking of TV, did anyone see the Doctor Who mid-season finale on Saturday? Wait, it hasn't been broadcasted in the states yet.

Okay, here's an awesome thing for today. In case you're wondering, this doesn't count. But I'm still laughing evilly.

I'm sure Claudia has something to say about this, but I don't have enough life force to summon her from the depths of Hel today.

No, that's not a typo. She's Nordic.

I Haven't Done This In A While

I hope you weren't too annoyed with yesterday's post. France is awesome, so you shouldn't have been. Come on, they have Napoleon, who was pretty freaking awesome (Moral of the story: That weirdo loner kid with the strange accent WILL grow up to become emperor of a lot of Europe--always.), baguettes, the French language, Vincent Van Gogh…I'm just gonna stop here.

Also, this post was supposed to be about something that I have just got to share with you.

So, everything was business as usual. I woke up in my normal bed with normal light coming in the windows, walked down the hall to my normal kitchen, and said good morning to my normal dad.

No, I didn't. This was a dream. I recognized it pretty quickly and kind of freaked out. My dad told me to calm down and that there was someone in the back room who would help me wake up.

Said person was eerily reminiscent of that one person in Labyrinth. You know, that woman who came into Sarah's room after she thought she was home, and tried to tell her how great and normal everything was. [SPOILERS!] But then it turned out that it wasn't Sarah's actual room at all, and she was in a garbage dump. Fun, fun, fun.

Yeah, that whole movie was kinda mind screw-y.

But back to my dream.

I demanded to wake up, and the witch lady told me to go back to my bed and fall asleep, and then I would wake up. I followed her advice--falling asleep incredibly quickly, for me--but when I woke up I ran back to her and shouted, "This is still a dream!"

Again, she told me just to go back to sleep and I would wake up in the real world. I did, and woke up in the dream again. This happened several more times until I finally snapped and tried to throttle her. (There may have been expletives involved, but I can't remember.)

My dad dragged me off her and she promised that this time for sure I would wake up in the real world. I stomped back to my room and fell asleep.

Guess what happened?

"OMG DAD YOU MADE PANCAKES!"

I actually woke up. What a great Saturday. Unless I'm still asleep and all this has been a dream in which case I really hate my subconscious mind.  I refuse to believe the preceding sentence is true.

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Well, this has been a rather roundabout way of saying, "I had a dream where I knew it was a dream and I tried to wake up in the real world, but I kept waking up in the dream." Or, to an extent, "I had a dream once that was kind of like Inception meets Labyrinth."

Also, I finished watching all of Invader Zim on Netflix before going to bed last night.

Only 27 episodes?! SO MUCH ANGST. 

Today's awesome thing is somewhat related to yesterday's. Wait, maybe it was the day before. Oh well. 

Poisson d'avril à Juin

Bonjour, chers lecteurs. Aujourd'hui, je viens a vous en mode française. Avec l'aide de Google Translate, ce poste sera entiérement en française.

Magari alcuni di essi saranno in lingua italiana.

Oder vielleicht Deutsch.

Malo Latine posset taman vestri mileage discrepo.

Quoi qu'il un soit, aujourd'hui fut une journée. Juste en jour, c'est tout. J'ai eu toast pour le petit déjeuner, a travaillé sur mes devoirs, et regardé Invader Zim.

Rien d'intéressant qui s'est passé.

Même si di rien n'était, j'ai décide d'écrire sur ma journée.

En française. Pace que la France est intéressant.

Ai-je vous confondre?

Si non, voici une photo d'un alligator ou quelque chose pour vous confondre.

C'est ce qui est génial aujourd'hui: En dehors d'Aperture. Il a été présenté sur Epbot il ya quelques jours, et depuis que je suis a jouer Portail récemment, Je pensais que je voudrais vous présenter.

A bientôt, mon cher.

Zoological

I went to the zoo this morning! They have some really cool animals there.

"I think it's a given for the zoo to have 'some really cool animals.'"

Whatever, Claudia. Whatever.

Cool animals, see?

Penguins! And puffins! Puffins, walking on the rocks right above my head! It's a wonder they didn't just jump off. I guess the likes of me will never know why…

My stupid phone camera has no zoom feature. These are flamingos, in case you couldn't tell.

There was a cool carousel, too.

Exactly what it says on the elaborate door.

That is, that there are birds inside.

Believe it or not, while we were there we spotted an animal outside of its enclosure. One of the more vicious li'l beasts too:

T. straitus, the eastern chipmunk. Genus Tamias, family Sciuridae. The horror.

D'aw, lookit the cute li'l monkey!

I'M A TURTLE! HAPPY HAPPY--GIMME YOUR MONEY!

And I spotted this cutie in the Herpetarium:

j/k

Oh, I tried to, but these buff guys with radios dragged me out of the zoo after I mauled a Dippin' Dot's stand.

And that is the story of my trip to the zoo. This uber-long post full of pictures makes up for not blogging yesterday.

Ce n'est pas un éléphant.

This is what's awesome today.

Can't Sleep. Clown'll Eat Me.

"This is your lowest moment."

Not in the slightest. Sure, it's only technically June 3rd, I can't sleep, I'm listening to a Monty Python CD I added to my iTunes, and I got killed by the Panda Mafia in round 1*, but I have had much lower moments.

"Do you remember why you made this post?"

Of course.

"No, you don't. You made it to explain all the 'clever' jokes in Goodnight, Human."

Oh, right. Okay, list time:

1. "I never wanted to do this in the first place. I…I wanted to be a lumberjack! Leaping from tree to tree, as they float down the rivers of British Columbia!"
2. Clivingchen. Also known as Klivingtchen. If you know what that is, you shouldn't. Unless you're my parents, in which case I'm proud that you remember that. 
3. I've only seen a few episodes of Star Trek: TOS, but…he's very famous.
4. Genre-blind. Exactly what it says on the tin.
5. Muppets and two (kinda) Doctor Who references in one sentence. The world is about to implode.
6. Because it's French. French people are always cool. 
7. Bill Harley=Amazing
8. I love that song. 
9. Cacodemon: Because it sounded cool and reminded me of chocolate. 
10. Apparently, my dad doesn't think the Cell Phone Plan actually works. I'll show him. Someday, when I've been kidnapped by an alien and they're searching the crime scene and they find my phone…
11. X-Files. Doctor Who. Invader Zim. Remember what I said in #5? This paragraph causes the whole bloody solar system to implode.
12. The Moral: Also might have something to do with Boy Scouts. I.D.K. I was going to add some sort of "Beep Repaired" joke, but…I'm la
13. I copy-pasted the last word of the post from a word document. It's the best way to get your epically amazing fonts into blog posts. 
14. I also thought it would be vaguely pertinent to mention that my ice cream from a few days ago looked a lot better (by better, I mean worse) when I was scooping it out of the carton. But then it kind of melted and I kind of ate it. So there you go. 

I'm going to try to go to sleep now, despite the fact that I'm wide awake. 

Awesome thing of today: ZOMSSKJG LOOK! Insomnia has turned into dreams coming true! (Well, dream come true would be actually getting to be on the show. But it was cancelled a year ago. Bloody stupid whatever it was I don't really remember what Wikipedia said.)

* [cue crickets]

Good Night, Human

I wrote a short story last night. It's one of my snarky little stand-alones that I fantasize about publishing on my website when I'm a famous author, just so people can have their occasional fix of ME! and my crazy writing while never buying a single book. I'm not like that all the time, but sometimes it helps.

Since I'm not a New York Times best-selling novelist yet (hey, a girl can dream, can't she?), and I don't have a fancy author's website, here is my short story. It's entitled Good Night, Human, in a kind-of parody of Goodnight, Moon. Sometimes, I love ripping my cherished childhood memories to shreds and stuffing them into odd, disjointed short stories. Sometimes, but not always.

Good Night, Human

One of Those Stupid Aesop Fairy Stories That Try To Teach You A Lesson (Updated for the 21st Century)

Maria sat cross-legged at the top of her bed, leaning against the headboard with her laptop on her lap. She was perusing the blogs she frequented. In the background, Michael Palin belted out The Lumberjack Song into her ear buds.

She shuddered. It was like a shadow had passed over her soul.

"How cliche," she murmured, not looking up from the screen.

"Maria Clivingchen," rasped a voice like fingernails being scraped across a chalkboard, "you are about to experience Death, with a capital D. And this is the last sound you'll ever hear."

" 'fraid not." Maria ripped the headphones out of the jack. "I think you'll find that the last thing I'll ever hear is a Monty Python song."

"You invite me to defeat you," said the seven-foot-tall shadow with claws. "And I must oblige."

"You dumb cluck," she said in a tone she had learned from William Shatner. "What kind of sick, twisted, Genre-Blind fool kills without giving their victim proper send-off music?"

The field rubbed his claws together nervously. The sound grated on Maria's ears and she rolled her eyes. 

"Well, I guess Monty Python isn't very appropriate, is it?" he mumbled.

"Damn straight. You can sit down and wait. I've got iTunes on shuffle."

He sat down awkwardly at her desk. 

"So…how're things?"

"Pretty good." Maria glanced up at him. "Dear Lord."

"What? Is it the hair? Because I can change that, easy."

"No, It's just that… You look like the love child of Animal the Muppet and a Weeping Angel. In a suit."

"Oh." 

The song changed, and he stood up, joints creaking. 

"Maria Clivingchen," he said. "Bonne nuit, mon ami."

"Bill Harley? For reals?"

"All right."

"And, y'know, the French thing doesn't really work for you. You're a seven-foot-tall Muppet-Angel. Also, I was never your friend, so you can't tell me 'Good night, my friend'."

Time passed. Maria switched from reading blogs to skimming a few social networking sites. By now, it was long past midnight. Every few minutes the Muppet-Angel would stand up, toss off a pre-asskicking one-liner, and Maria would point out that the song playing at that moment was completely inappropriate.

He was getting agitated. And very, very bored

"Is this your whole iTunes library or…?"

"Just a playlist. Why?"

"Because I swear I've heard Come On, Eileen at least three times." 

"Cool."

The apparition slumped in the chair, twiddling his claws. 

"How long ago did you make this playlist?" he asked. It wasn't out of curiosity; he was just making small talk. 

"A few months."

The clock ticked on. The cacodemon finally decided he couldn't take another moment of this. It was worse than the time that little boy in Boston had challenged him to a game of chess for his soul, and the little boy won. He had taken the soul anyway.

With a roar that could have shattered concrete, he drew himself up to his full height and let his tentacles slither across the floor.

"It says here," Maria said of the article she was reading, "that we aren't punished for our sins, but by them."

"I'll punish your face!" 

Before the bogey could seize her, Maria snapped a picture with her mobile phone and tossed the evidence out the window, smirking.

"What was that supposed to do?" he chuckled. "You honestly think you can defeat me with a camera phone?"

"Sure," she shrugged. "Lots of people would kill to get their hands on that photo. Moulder and Scully, for example. Or the Doctor. Or Dib. Or, to a lot lesser extent, the FBI. When I'm missing in the morning, they'll all come poking around here. Someone'll find the phone." She snapped her fingers. "Commence surprise ass-kicking for you!"

"That photo, which you just threw out the window," he said. "Won't it break?"

"Pfft, aesops care not for logic."

"Right," said the black shadow. "I'll just be going then."

"Good night, demon."

"Good night, human."

And good night, humans everywhere. 

(The Moral of the Story: Be prepared, or the Slender Man will steal your soul.)

 Maybe one day I'll publish an edition of my collected works with author annotations, like "Google Translate saved my butt," or "I like referencing the many kid's cartoon shows that I watch on a regular basis."

This has been a long and pointless post by the queen of long and pointless posts,

Me

I Has Fan

Yeah, I got this giant fan-thing for my room to replace the nonexistent A/C. It's awesome, if a bit loud.

Oh, and I'm listening to Non, Je Ne Regrette Rien.

Heh. Heh. Have I mentioned that Inception was an awesome movie?

God, I miss the NaNo forums being, y'know, posted on…Mostly because my favorite thread reached 500 posts yesterday (YESTERDAY. Yes, YESTERDAY.) And the new one has yet to be posted. Usually it only takes a few hours, an afternoon at most, but this time…

I am so bored. Kill me now. (Actually, please don't. I'm not very interested in learning what death feels like.) 


"You're a bit scary when you're bored." 

Thanks for pointing that out, Claudia.

The Forums Are Dead

Yes, what a very straightforward post title. I swear that, this time at least, the post title is not misleading and does exactly what it says on the tin. For once.

Because I have no life to speak of, I tend to hang out on the NaNoWriMo forums rather a lot. And today I am sad, because it seems like I'm the only person who is constantly stalking the Teens and Games forums, waiting for someone else to post.

Apparently, a lot more people get on in November, although I wouldn't know. If NaNoWriMo was a huge party IRL, I would be the one sitting quietly in the corner with her hands neatly folded in her lap, occasionally speaking a few words to other Wrimos--but only if they talked to me first. Notebook and/or library book optional. You don't want to know how many times this has actually happened to me.

"This was the point of your post? To explain why you're bored? Dear me…"

Shaddup, Claudia. I do what I like.