Stolen from aggybird. Also, a warning from her site:

"Don't forget to change your livejournal time zone to Asia/Tehran. Iranian censors are currently searching for blogs with Tehran local settings in order to find and shut down sites protesting the election. The more blogs set to Tehran time, the bigger the haystack. Every little bit helps."

Final word count: 52,248/50,000! I won!

Of course, the story itself is nowhere near done, but I'm going to try and keep going until it is. Speaking of which...the next part.

 

( The Family Dinner 1/1 )

And really, that's all the news I have at the moment. Other than NaNo. My but my life is boring as shite. See? This is why I never updated before...nothing good to say. oh well. On to NaNo.

Word Count: 36,409/50,000
The short short story I was doing was very possibly the hardest out of all of them. 8 pages took me three days to write and lost me a day's advantage or more. But I'm on the next one now, and I think it's gonna turn out fun. If nothing else, the boys will be celebrating their 21st birthdays in it, so that will be interesting. Okay, done rambling. What I'm posting is still a good three stories behind (I haven't been very good with keeping updates, have I? At least I'm doing well with the actual writing)

 

 

( The Banshee Child 2/2 )

 

PS. Lynn said that the description for the earpieces was confusing as fuckall...and having written but not re-read it, I'd have to say she's probably right. Any opinions on this? Because I can see it pretty clearly in my mind, but am having a hell of a time describing it.

First part of second story, in which there is a very bratty little girl that, according to Lynn, rapidly changes age according to my whims (and she would be right)

Word count: 31,173/ 50,000... I need to write another 827 words tonight but I dunno if its gonna happen. I'm having trouble with the current story, but it's only supposed to be around 6 or 7 pages...which almost makes it harder. Oh well.

 

( The Banshee Child 1/2 )

 

A high speed police chase just went by our condo. There were motorcycles. It was exciting.

NaNo update: 28,638/50,000 words. I have officially passed the half-way mark, and before half-way through the month. Yay for me. I'd post more, but, well, I'm tired. So maybe later.

...

After I kill my cat (yes, the bastard in the userpic)  for meowing and scratching outside my door. Grr. I'd let you in except for the fact that you'd step on my face. Deal, loser.

P.S. I seriously need a new job. Like, now. Anyone have any suggestions? Because I sure as hell can't go back to banking, not with this economy. But I'm no longer making enough money to pay my bills, and that is Not. Good.

Second half of the first story. Tired. But I'm at 12,395 words, so ahead of the curve just a bit.

 

( The Raver 2/2 )

Yay for Obama!

Boo on Prop 8.

That's all.

Well, have my first update. Or, well, part of it. I started writing a little further on in the story but haven't finished the middle part, so I'm going to wait to post that part. I'm up to 6104 words, which means I'm right on schedule for my 2000 a day. Anyways, a little about the story.

Name: The Misadventures of a Necromancer
Genre: Modern Supernatural
Warnings: cursing, adult situations, probable blood and gore (I mean, come on, it's about a guy who raises the dead for a living), probable relationships both hetero and homosexual, drug references, um...other stuff. Just be warned in general. Oh, also that, like most NaNoWriMo stories, this will probably be crap. With lots of inconsistancies, mess ups, errors, etc. First draft, y'all.
Story Format: Instead of typical chapters, I'm doing a series of short stories that revolve around one character and the others who surround him. Sort of television series style.
Summary: See Charon Jr. Charon Jr. raises the dead. Among other things. Watch Charon Jr. save a raver, antagonize a vampire doctor, fight with his father, fight with his doll-making ex, and solve mysteries in his spare time.

See Charon Jr. fall in love. And fuck it up. Oh Char.

And now, with out further ado... The first story.

 

( The Raver 1/? )

 

 

I'm not, I swear! Just really bad at updating. And livejournal in general. Oh, and also, because I rarely feel like I have a reason to post in the first place. But I have a reason now, namely, that I've decided to try out the NaNoWriMo competition ! I need a way to keep myself going though, so for the month at least, I will try to update fairly normally with updates, word counts, exerpts, etc. Because I'm sure you all care.

Anyways, just a test for one of their widgets...




P.S. Am living in California for now, and pretty much missing the east coast like no other. Oh well.

P.P.S. Happy Halloween peeps!

Yay for being drunk, bored, and house sitting. This is my life people. Isn't it great? But hey, at least I'm updating. 

There are no clubs in Sedona. No one to share my drunkeness with but the dog and cat (I'm house-sitting for my dad and Christine). So instead I run around the house, looking through 3D glasses at the christmas lights (totally, like, tubular dude), and post to by woebegone livejournal because I am B-O-R-E-D.

I'm moving up to Delaware with Lynn for a short time. Maybe a year before I'm back in Cali. Working as a banker (I think I've got the job, at least. If they call and say "we need to talk about hours, that means I got the job, right? Right?) Much fun all around. But hopefully I'll be able to keep saving and get the f*ck out of boonsville, VA. I love my friends, but I hate Hollins and I hate Roanoke. I will miss my friends there though. I guess I'll just have to visit. And Delaware is closer than CA, right? 

Yay graduation! At least, as long as I can get my thesis done. But if I can finish my intro, then the rest is easy. Plowing through 400+ pages of research? Not so much so. But I will do it, and prevail! And I will brain wash little rats all the while to follow my every command (don't ask...it's for psych and I don't think I could explain with my addled mind right now anyways. I'm having a hard enough time typing as it is.). And then? Freedom! And no idea what to do with it. Yay. 

This is my life. I'm going away now, to be drunk and bored by myself. Bleh.

You Belong in San Diego

Laid back and friendly, you were meant to live most of your life on the beach. You usually think everything is "all good"... except when the weather dips under 60F. You stay classy - especially when you're in Tijuana!

In other news, 12 hour work days suck. But at least the money's good.

ETA: Interesting. If you have LJ set to the rich text mode, HTML won't go through. Hmmm...

So I scribble an' I scribble but nothing comes out.
So I scribble an' I scribblescribble - shit pops out.
"Well, that's better'n nothin'" I says to myself,
as I prod it with a stick,
watch it squeal an' flip
(nothin' but a cheap bag o' tricks)
"But I can do better, I betcha I can,"
an' with a jot an' a flourish...
junk comes forthwith.
"Well, not quite what I was hopin'," says I, all deadpan,
pickin' trash out my hair
"I want something with flair!
"with panache, with style, aw hell, I don't care
"I just want somethin' that'll boost my sales."
"So this is it," as I crack my thumbs
my neck, back, an' elbows an' settle me in.
Set my pen to the paper, back bent like a bum
an' out pops this...this...
elephantine
bizarre thing that don't rhyme
or even keep time
and I looks at it an' says -
"I think I like it."

Who are you taking adv. creative writing with? Because I'm considering possibly taking one of them, but I don't know the teachers and I'd like to take it with at least a few people I know (if I can even get in this late...gulp!) Please answer and tell me what teachers are like! The options are:

Anderson
Beller
Hankla
Miller
Moeckel
Tretheway

Yesterday you had wings what
happened?

Jealousy. One question:
Can I have
yours?

…

You may have one.

 

And what good
will that be? One winged
we both will tumble

Then we shall hug and in one
have two
and on count of three

Blast off.

 

/random

Edit: No wait, I lie. More randomness.

Dash glanced out the window. The rain was coming down in force now and his eyebrows rose. Not ten minutes before it had been 75 degrees out and sunny. “Fucking figures,” he muttered darkly as he ran rapid hands through brown hair. “Only in Virginia can the sun be smiling down while God fucking takes a piss.”

Dash, it must now be noted, was not the epitome of class and breeding. If one somehow managed to ignore his crude language, they would be hard pressed not to notice his clothes.

Haha. what a sentence to leave off. Not even a description of said clothes. Sucky, but I like Dash, even if this is as far as he went in terms of being written.

I have a lot more to do than I thought. Time for my cosplay list.

Fael:
pants (thought I had some, but forgot I got rid of them. Damn!)
Finish the wig
boots if I can
studded belt
arm bands and other various accessories
dog collar
Wings?

Deathnote:
black hair stuff

Kagerou:
finish shirt
socks
something for feet

I think that's it? I have this horrible feeling I'm missing a costume. Do I really only have three? Wow. And all easy ones.

P.S. My car is dead again. This...may be a problem. *sweatdrop*

Does anyone happen to have a blue wig that I can mutilate/cut off the ends of? Because I need a black/brown wig with blue highlights and because I am a doof and waited until it's probably too late to buy one off ebay and have it actually get here (all the good ones are out of this country), I am contemplating just making my own. Le gulp. If you do, please please please let me know, because I am broke and don't want to have to buy two wigs just to make one.

So. I was literally sent home from work today, because my stomach hurt so bad i was crying. Much fun. Spent 6 hours in the urgent care center, to be told I have developed an ulcer.

This is not surprising to me. In fact, most of me is just wondering why it took so long. I've always been a nervous kid, and it always effected my stomach foremost. The bad news (other than the ouchies) is no more of pretty much every food I have ever loved. At least for a little while. The good news?

Vicoden. ^_^


P.S. I have a kitty! When I manage to find a camera, I will take pictures, but for now, her name is Ashes (Ash), she's around 8-10 weeks old, gray, and absolutely adorable. And I'm not supposed to have her, but I do. Nyah, Hollins, nyah. *prays not to get caught*

P.P.S. Like my newest icon? I finally figured out how to make moving ones. Go me. Images from Soccer is full of cheese.

Ha ha, just read a funny line:

Pardon my chat-speak, but WTF!?

I may have to use that at some point.


In other news, my car hates me. The end.

Train info:

Passenger 1: Kendall Schmierer (Adult)
Passenger 2: Katherine Sumpter (Adult)



ITINERARY
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Atlanta, GA (ATL) to Lynchburg, VA (LYH)
03-JUN-06; 8:08 pm - 04-JUN-06; 5:50 am

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Service: 20 Crescent
Duration: 9h 42m

   <Departs>
   Atlanta, GA (ATL)
   03-JUN-06; 8:08 pm

   <Arrives>
   Lynchburg, VA (LYH)
   04-JUN-06; 5:50 am

   <Seat(s)/Room(s)>
   2 Reserved Coach Seats
    

Amenities:  Checked baggage, Dining car, Lounge

Oh. My. God.

Sasuke.

*Faints*

( Pictures )*Click on 'em for bigger size

All I gots ta say is: ABOUT FREAKING TIME! 

But sooo worth the wait

I'm done being a dorky little fangirl now. I swear. Now I will be a geeky little school girl and study for finals.