On All Things NaNo

Well, as Trish has said, the time is upon us that all writers must brutally murder their inner editor, their personal spell check monkey, and the wonderful thing that is plot and crap out an entire novel in 30 measly days while balancing school, work, and life in general.

On this third day of November I have a clear 4066 words, just a few hundred words short of the goal of 5001. Why do more when you can always do the bare minimum I always say. :)
But along with NaNo I have a 10 page research paper, another 5 page research paper, final projects, observations, drama, and other dealings that are needing to be dealt with.

Makes me glad, right now at least, that I do not have a boyfriend. At least I don't have to worry about him. Haha.

My story is coming along well I think, all things considered. I'm only on the first chapter, but I have a pretty good idea of what is happening. Though I still have no title and no clear idea as to how I want to end this thing.

I also keep thinking about why I can never finish a story.

Is it not enough planning? Too much planning? I don't know. Its annoying, but I'll figure it out, I'm sure.

Well, off to work.

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aklsjdf;lkajf;alkdjfa;kfja;kfj;!!!!

Two freaking classes. That is all that stands between me and student teaching in the Fall of 09. They don't offer them to that Fall. Which means I won't get to student teach until 10. That sucks!!!! Now all I have to look foreward to is that they MAYBE have the damned classes where I can take them over the summer.

Geeze.

I want to get this freaking over with so I can get a damn job where I can be of some use. *head desk* freaking sucks.

NaNoWriMo is slowly approaching. I'm excited, and yet I dread it. Will I be able to win? Is my story good enough to keep my attention? Does it make sense? Can I write it AND do my freaking stupid research papers...

And what about J-----? Idk. I just don't know. I'm just about to say screw it! and walk away.

I'm so tired... and I don't know why. I'm not depressed, this isn't a depressed tired, this is like an actual physical sleepiness that plagues me. I take 3 iron supplements a day and dreak caffine (which I know may be a cause of the problem, but... ummmm me without caffine... oohhhhh bad combo.)

I'm scared of having to go on iron shots. Me and needles... uggggg *shiver* no thank you.

But other than these little rants I guess I'm doing okay.

*flop*
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Too Sensitive?

What ever happened to the old rule of: if you can't make an appointment/date/dinner/meeting/class that it is always the polite thing to do to call (e-mail), whatever to let said person know that you will not be able to come.
I try to at least call an hour before I cancel plans because I know if its someone like one of my friends they're probably getting ready, you know, putting on make up, taking a shower, getting something to wear together. And why should they go through the whole ordeal of putting on make up, or bras, or whatever if I'm not going to show up and they have to take another shower or wash their face or get back into their comfy clothes?
When it comes to classes, I always try to e-mail my professors to let them know, hey, you're going to be a body short. It helps with attendance (if they keep up with it) and sometimes they'll even be nice enough to tell you what the assignment is for that particular day.
But when you make a date to meet someone, and you don't talk to them the entire day of the date, or at least call or e-mail to check and make sure everything is still on, its rude to cancel.
Case in point: I was supposed to meet someone yesterday. I rushed back from my class to get to the room, jumped into the shower, nearly broke my neck because I slipped in the shower, rushed to dry my hair. I called, txted, and e-mailed the guy to see what time he was coming. And do I get a response? No. So what happens? My feelings get hurt.
I know its foolish to have your feelings get hurt by a guy that I haven't even met... but it hurt. He talked about how much he wanted to meet me, we had a good time talking, he sounded intrested in me, and his txts and IMs deffinantly showed some form of intrest... but when it came to meet, nada.
This is not the first time either. Its actually the 3rd. The first time he 'slept through' it, the second he 'had to work at his aunt's barbeque pit', and this last time.. nothing.
It might not have hurt as bad if he had given me some sort of.... excuse (or flat out told me he was not intrested in meeting me).
I'd rather know why my feelings are being hurt than just feel hurt for an unknown reason.
I hate to say I expected it, but with my luck in guys.... I did expect this not to end well, even though it seemed it might have had a chance.
Until next time
Kimmi
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Venting, if you please

Well.... I'm not sure what to talk about. Mostly I just feel like getting things off my chest, which I guess is one of the reasons I have this thing. It'll probably turn out to be a list, but eh, who cares, eh?
Momma's sick, I hate it when she's sick, I feel useless and wish I could do something to help her, but I can't because I can't do anything. And that depresses me, and when I'm depressed it scares me, and when I get scared I have anxiety attacks, and well, we all know what I'm like when I'm anxious. I hate feeling helpless. I wonder "if she died, what would I do?" I don't think I could survive... well I could but probably not easily. Meh.
I'm not sure how I'm doing in school. I have assignments to do, but I'm not sure what I'm supposed to do. I feel unprepared, I feel unorganized, and I know I'm not doing things in the right order. I've got to get it under control.
I'm bored. I haven't written anything in ages. And while I'm super excited that our rps are on the ball at fanfic.net and the rps I do with Jake are fun and intresting and get the creative juices flowing, (though questor and I are having a bit of a dry spell. I guess there are only so many sls you can go through in 3 years or so). I want something that is 100% mine. But everything is too cliche, too boring, too blah, too stupid, too over done, too old, too... blah blah. I hate them. Lol I want to write! But its hard to do so when your idea well is dry.
Then there's the ever present issue with guys. I thought I was talking to a really nice guy, flirting here and there, got brave gave him my number and then poof, he dissappears. I'm not going to chase after him, if he doesn't want to call me or whatever, thats fine, but uggg its so annoying. And then Z-- won't talk to me any more, and R----- won't leave me alone( gahh sooo close to blocking his number). Its annoying.
Oh, and I need a job... like... bigtime... really really really need a job. Ugg.
Hummm good stuff... ummmmmmmmmm mommy made some really yummy cookies. I might bring some back to the dorm Sunday.. .hehe if they make it to Florence that is.
So yea, I guess that is all i had to say... hummmm I think I'll go eat some more cookies.
I love cookies
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So what else can't I eat?

Indian food.
Nepali food.
Chinese food.
No.... God... WHY?! Not the Chinese food! I needs it! Ugg... not to mention I spent 5 bucks for 2 dinners and I can't even eat the second dinner. (Hope you enjoyed it Trish, heh).

Anyway, on another note. School has started! Yay! And I have finally gotten all of my text books after going to the stupid book store 3 times. I swear, I have no idea why I even go to the stupid off campus book store. Okay.. well I know why I go, and its not the buy books. I'm hoping I catch a glimpse of their resident spirit Molly. But I shouldn't go there to buy books, no thank you. They tell you that you don't have to have books for classes when you really do, and they sell you the wrong books then won't buy them back. I should have learned from last semester. Ugg. But point is. I now have all of my books for all of my classes and I am happy. Yay.

On another, another note... I still have no life. I'm glad to be back in the dorms. Its fun here and I'm close to my friends but right now I feel like poop so I really don't get to do half of the stuff I want to do. I've already done all my homework for tomorrow. I don't have assignments until Monday... so... what else is there to do?

Watch Witch Hunter Robin of course! Four disks down, two to go. Then I'll have to find another series to watch. Hillary is supposed to bring me Sailor Moon so hopefully I won't be without for long. Lol.

Ahh well, nothing much important to talk about, just thought I would randomly post something. Jeeze its dark. I keep thinking its like... 7 or something when its not. Huh... ahh well. I think I'll go annoy Aryiana and Patricia.

How many more days?

I'm bored. Ohhh look... I'm alive again! Its only been like.... forever... but anyway...
So, I'm ready for classes to start. I miss my International friends, I miss the hustle and bustle of deadlines and homework and projects and taking notes. I miss not having too much time on my hands. I hate FREE TIME! Well not hate... but I dislike having something to do.
So this is basically a catch up blog, nothing too important, not like anyone actually READS my blog, except for le Slink. But anyway... updates....
Nothing.
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She Lives? She Lives!

School, once again consumes my life. Observations, term papers, drama (bad kind), life, and exhaustion.
It's hard for me to find time for just myself. I spend my weekdays going to class, going to the grocery store, going to do homework, going to check on this assignment or that, going to observe some teacher or another. I never find the time to just... relax.
I did this weekend, though, and it was wonderful. I spent the weekend in the dorm because I was bringing some friends from up here to church with me, and I did absolutely nothing more than I actually wanted to.
I roughed out a chapter, I sought out a beta reader, I read five graphic novels, watched two extended version movies, and successfully felt more like myself than I have in weeks.
And now I'm exhausted. I'm not sure what the point of this blog is, and I'm not sure I really care, other than: its hard to make time for yourself. but once you do... its well worth it just to feel like yourself again.
And now I go pass out.
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