When November Ends

Happy late Thanksgiving!

I went over to my grandma's house for Thanksgiving and we had turkey and all those other thanksgiving-esque foods. It was delicious.

It's also almost the end of NaNoWriMo and sadly my poor, baby, novel did not survive because of tech week.

I've also learned that writing roughly 2,000 words a day is a lot harder than it looks. It took me two whole painful hours to write that much! I have a very short attention span when it comes to writing so maybe NaNoWriMo just isn't for me.

There is, however, a Camp NaNoWriMo which is NaNoWriMo but over the summer! Maybe I'll try that.

Free Time

Closing night of the show was Saturday, and now that it's over I have no idea what to do with my life. I  actually went home today right after school ended and -get this- it was still light out! I forgot what it was like to not to go home after a late practice when it's pitch black outside.

What am I going to do with all this extra time? What did I do before the musical? Read? Watch TV? Curl up in a corner and cry about my life?

I might even be able to go to bed at a reasonable hour! Like... uh... I don't even know what a reasonable hour to go to bed is anymore. Drama has consumed all parts of my brain that stored the 'what do with free time' portion of information.

In other news, I embraced my inner nerd this weekend and watched the 50th anniversary Doctor Who special.

It was glorious.

Mugs That Multiply

Despite sacrificing several kittens to the sickness gods, I still got sick. I stayed home yesterday, but I still feel like death warmed over, only I wasn't microwaved properly and parts of me are still dead.  Mainly my brain.

Well that was a weird sentence.

Anyway, the drama club did a flash mob for Sweeney Todd during lunch, which turned out pretty well. I had to retake a bunch of tests during lunch because I missed school and ended up getting more cardio from running up and down stairs to get to different classes and the flash mob than I've probably gotten this whole week combined.

I don't like staying home from school because when get back there's twice as much work to do and it's awful. At least I got to use my Patented Cure-All System. I watched way too many disney movies and probably drank, like, ten cups of tea.

Seriously. My bedroom looks like attack of the mugs.

I'm pretty sure when I'm not looking they multiply behind my back.

I'm on to you, mugs.

I'm on to you.

Show Biz and Sacrificial Kittens

Last week was crazy hectic, to say the least. Monday through Thursday was a series of late rehearsals that rendered me incapable of speaking in anything but annoyed grunts. If I was feeling particularly chipper I could even work up a good one-syllable word or two, like 'food' or 'tired'. I'm also pretty sure I wore the same shirt backwards three times in a row.

Friday was opening night. Despite my awful luck, nothing went horribly wrong! (Things still went wrong, but nothing bad enough to cause me not to be able to show my face in school)

Saturday's show also went well. Hopefully this Friday's show will too, because that's the show that three thousand of my relatives are going to.

Three thousand being the exact count, of course.

I'm terrified I'm going to get sick because I feel a sore throat coming on. I'll have to make a sacrifice to the sickness gods to postpone it.

A couple of kittens would probably be sufficient, right?

Maybe I should throw in a baby penguin. Better safe than sorry.

Hallucination

Short story Friday has been moved to Sunday for the next few weeks due to Tech week and the upcoming show. So, please enjoy the first ever short story sunday! 

“And how are you feeling today, Lizzie?” The nurse’s eyes are warm and sympathetic. It makes the blue fabric of my clothes feel itchy.

Behind the nurse Ian rolls his eyes and does an exaggerated yawn.

“I’m okay,” I say, clenching the sheets of the hospital bed. Ian has begun to wave his arms about wildly and give the nurse bunny ears.

Of course, she doesn’t see him.

Only I can.

“Is Ian still there?” the nurse says. I can tell by her voice that she’s just humoring the crazy person with her hallucinated dead brother.

“Yes, he’s here,” I say.

Ian narrows his eyes. “If you ever want to get out of here you should stop telling them about me. Just lie and say I’m magically gone,” he says.

The nurse is staring at me expectantly and I realize that she must have said something while Ian was talking. “I’m sorry,” I say, “Can you repeat what you just said?”

“I said-“ the nurse begins but her words are cut off once again by Ian loudly singing, “I CAME IN LIKE A WREEEEEEECKING BALL!!!!”

This time I just shrug and nod my head instead of asking the nurse to repeat herself a third time. It’s easier this way, especially when Ian is in one of his more disruptive moods.

The nurse smiles. “All right. I’ll bring something up for you to eat later.”

She must have asked me if I was hungry. I wasn’t. Food just didn’t taste the same since Ian died. And then came back. More or less.

The nurse leaves, presumably to get me some food.

“I’m bored,” Ian says.

“Just leave me alone, Ian,” I say.

“Too bad.”

“Leave me alone!” I yell. I must sound like a crazy person, talking to nothing.

Ian’s eyebrows draw together. “I would if you’d let me.”

I look away.

“I can’t.”

The Perks of Getting Enough Sleep

Tech week starts tomorrow!!!! *internal screaming*

In other news, I read The Perks of Being a Wallflower by Steven Chbosky a couple days ago.

I actually really liked it but then...

then end...

was...

challenging.

But no spoilers! You have to read it yourself. Or watch the movie maybe, but it's so much better to read the book first and then watch the movie because the book is almost always better than the movie and also a book is basically a movie you get to direct in your head so if you watch the movie first it's all ready directed for you.

I hope that made sense.

Probably not.

I really need to get more sleep but whenever I try to go to bed early my brain says, "Just read a bit of you're book first."

And then it'll get later and I'll decide to go to bed but my brain will say, "Now would be a great time to catch up on all the latest videos from your youtube subscribtions!"

And by then it's starting to get really late so my brain says, "Might as well just go on Tumblr for a bit then."

And next thing I know my alarm clock is going off and I'm back in full-on Dementor mode again.

It's a problem.

Expecto Patronfudhgiuagruogbkzv

Just a friendly reminder that tech week (aka hell week aka staying at school to rehearse for drama until ten o'clock at night) is coming up in the soonish region of the future, so I will not be posting anything during that time and if I do it will probably go something like 'asdguifgo so tiredhsjkfhleghulayaruhulleof' because that's about as coherent as I get during tech week.

I am a delicate creature and I need at least 8 hours of sleep to function, 10 in order to voluntarily interact with other human beings. Anything less than that and I have a striking resemblance to a dementor.

You know, those things from Harry Potter that wear dark hoods and suck out your soul and devour happiness.

Also if you try and use 'expecto patronum' on me it doesn't work, so arguably I am more dangerous without sleep than any petty dementor. 

Here Goes Nothing

Happy late Halloween, blog minions! I couldn't write on actual halloween because I was too busy pretending to be a lot younger than I actually am so that I could get more candy.

In other news, today is the second day of NaNoWriMo. I somehow managed to meet the daily word count yesterday and today but I am all ready wishing I could throw my pathetic excuse for a novel out the window.

I'm sticking with it, but I have a feeling a lot of my characters are going to suddenly develop stutters and there are going to be a lot of really weird and extensive dream sequences to up my word count. 

This is why I normally never write anything over a thousand words because I start to become moody and reclusive, and begin to plot the gruesome murder of every one of my characters.

Thankfully, I was able to kill off one of my characters really early on in the novel, so I was able to let off some steam.

I've decided to write a thriller novel about a serial killer but it's sort of boring to write at the moment, probably because I haven't quite figured out who the serial killer is and also I can't write his maniacal speech revealing everything until the very end of the novel.

Live the Fall

It's short story Friday! Yaaaaaaaay!

“I’ve never really… done this before,” I said, glancing over at Scott. His face was unreadable as usual.

“There’s and H-level gravity net,” he said, “you’re perfectly safe.” I swallowed and looked over the edge of the platform. The landing square below looked miniscule, the maintenance staff barely visible ants scrambling across it’s surface. The gravity net was invisible of course, but even the knowledge that it was there was not reassuring.

“Don’t think, just jump,” Scott advised. Easy enough for him to say. We were so high up that I could barely stand, my head dizzy with height. The sky was clear and blue, perfect weather for jumping. I stared straight ahead into the blue and walked forward, my legs shaking slightly and my breath coming out in shivers. I kept walking until I was at the very edge of the platform. It was now or never.

Spreading my arms out, I leaned forward and let myself fall off the edge. 

I immediately felt a rushing in my ears and I could have sworn I left my stomach up there at the platform above me. Wind whistled in my ears and tore at my clothes. I felt like I was floating and sinking at the same time.

When I hit the gravity net I had the weird sensation that I was falling through gel, my fall slowed down to half speed, the air thick around me.

The gravity net dropped me ten feet above the platform and I fell again at normal speed, hitting the ground awkwardly on my side. I heard a cracking sound come from my shoulder and pain shot through my arm, but none of that mattered.

I was alive.