Writing Challenge Accepted!

I finally have something to occupy myself this November. I can't believe I've actually forgotten about it, after making an account, like a mere two or three months ago. I'm participating in NaNoWriMo or National Novel Writing Month this year, which challenges writers to jot down 50,000 words (approximately a 175 page novel) starting November 1st until November 30. That's like 1,666 words a day to win! I'm kind of excited and nervous at the same time since I rarely finish what I start, but I'm hoping I can make it. Although I am already imagining myself gnawing at my laptop, literally racking my brains to spew out ideas. I might even go crazy.

Although not Jack Torrance crazy. Close, though. Maybe it's because I don't have an evil hotel spirit to possess me, and that's all fine and dandy.

Anyway, I'm planning on doing a horror/supernatural/thriller thing. I don't want to give too much away, but here, I guess I could give the synopsis:

After the death of one of their childhood playmates, six friends return to their sleepy hometown of ________ in _______ and must reunite in order to find out what exactly drove their friend to suicide and why they’ve seemingly forgotten everything about their childhood with each other. But a far deeper horror awaits them, a childhood secret waiting to be revealed has seemingly brought them all together again for a reason, and may just be why they’ve chosen to forget. 


Bleh. There's more to this than it seems, though and I have a fairly good twist ending in mind (let's hope it's actually as good as I think it is). So I guess I'm going to be fine. Comments? Oh and I also don't have a title yet, though. All I can think of is "The Forgotten" and yes, I know it sucks big time. So if any of you would have any ideas, now would be a good time to contribute.

He knows you have them.

Wish me luck, 

Mid-Sembreak Blues

Well, I'm a couple of days into sembreak and I'm already feeling pretty bored with my "free" life. I'm stuck in an endless loop of laziness and I wish I could do something exciting and awesome and just plain badass. Something like...

1) Have a sparring match with a chicken.

2) Bake a wonderful glorious cupcake, nearly perfect in every way.

3) Then eat it.

4) Be Spiderman

5) Go outside

Ciao, 

Freedom! (For Three Weeks)

WOOHOO! SEMBREAK! 

Yes, I'm finally free from stressful college life. Well, at least for a few weeks, before I return and get all stressed again. But we all have to live in the here and now, don't we? It's time to party, is what I'm saying. (Which actually means it's time to sleep for 12 hours and hunch over the computer for the other half of the day). This is the good life. Well, at least I'm going to have more time to visit your blogs, and I love doing that. How have your days been going, you guys?

Keep on partyin',

This Is A Pathetic Attempt At A Blog Post

Depressing thought for today: You are making a peanut butter sandwich and as you finish coating one of the bread slices, it falls peanut butter side down. Sad face.

Well, that was random and utterly horrible. It also made me hungry. Sooo, update I'm sure no-one is super enthusiastic to hear about pertaining to my storybook: I've presented my book in front of almost 50 judging eyes and ears in class last week and I think it went well. Hope that feeling actually reflects in my grade sheet. I'm crossing my fingers right now.

Final cover page, dood. I tweaked it a bit.

In other news, I'm seriously starting to stress out over the burden of having to find time to finish everything I need to do before this semester ends. Yet here I am procrastinating on the internet. Yay me? I'm probably going to be a tad MIA again in the coming weeks, depends if I actually find the time and energy to blog. Don't miss me too much, okay? Aha, how egoistic of me. But I am feeling rather down in the dumps and that always gives people a right to be huge meanies, right? Like when girls are on their period and everything they do is automatically due to their crying uterus. I'm seriously convinced girls can get away with pushing someone off a cliff and blaming it on their period. Totally legit. So now I'm going to leave you with one of my favorite pages from my story book: 

"I'm sorry but I am the King of Candy and I have a sparkly lopsided lollipop scepter. Your argument is invalid."

Hugs, 

The Average Person Swallows Eight Spiders In Their Sleep Each Year

Or was it every six months? Or four spiders? Maybe it was ten spiders for each lifetime? Yes, well, rest easy, folks. The chances of this happening are almost zero. Almost. Of course, this chain mail "fact" has been passed around so much that I've started to accept it as true. It doesn't really help that I hate spiders, and not in the "spiders are gross" kind of sense but in the "kill it! kill it with fire! kill it, I say!" kind. Well, sure they seem all cute and awesome behind their little glass cages and I could even get close enough to tap the glass and watch them get all disoriented. However, show me one running wild and free and I will flip the heck out. I don't really know how this fear of spiders took root within me, but maybe it has to do with the fact THAT THEY'RE FREAKIN' SPIDERS AND HAVE EIGHT LEGS AND ARE REALLY UGLY.

I'm sure you guys needed some form of visual representation to fuel your nightmares tonight. You're welcome. 

So now we have the back story all laid out, let me tell you about a particular incident two days ago. I was chilling on my bed, doing random stuff on the internet, when my throat decided to dry up and so I needed to get up, go downstairs and get a drink of water. Simple enough. It would be really dark down there, but I didn't really mind. Being scared of the dark is for little kids, yo! So anyway, I got up, started towards my bedroom door and stopped dead in my tracks. 

Not actual spider, but pretty close.

A huge brown spider the size of the palm of my hand and with legs longer than my fingers stared right back up at me as it sat near the bottom of the door. I was frozen in place. My life flashed before my eyes. Hnnnng! Heart attack right there. That spider looked straight out of the movie Arachnophobia. What if it lunged at me? What if it suddenly dashed all around the place? WHAT IF IT DECIDES TO EAT MY FACE? I decided there was no time to think about all the possibilities and it was actually time for action. So I did the bravest thing I could have done- I spazzed out, jumped up on the bed and started started crying for my mommy. Of course, she wasn't even here with me, but I was hoping through some miraculous form of divine intervention she would appear right there and squish that spider for me. That didn't happen. Figuring I couldn't really stay on my bed forever, I stood like five feet away and stretched my arms as far as they would go, and opened the door, hoping the giant spider would be crushed in between it and the floor. And as every little girl who dreams of becoming a princess and finding her prince Charming knows, our dreams just don't come true and you end up a bitter old cat lady. In my case, I ended up with the spider going into ninja mode and darting around the door super fast straight for my shoe rack. I know...what in the heck have I done?

I now have a huge spider chilling somewhere inside one of my shoes. Waiting for me, patiently waiting for the one who tried to kill it. Plotting revenge, fuming inside. 

I imagine it would look something like this, but you know, with less furry cuteness and more hairy hell spawn.

Therefore every time I grab a pair of shoes, I meticulously shine a flashlight into it, hoping to catch the spider before it can ambush me. But who am I kidding? If I ever do catch it, I don't have any logical plan of action and would probably just end up throwing the shoe at the nearest wall. And if that happens, the spider would probably be so pissed at me, that it would gladly crawl down my throat as I sleep. 

By the way, I researched a bit on the spider I've found and narrowed it down to it being a Huntsman spider. Of course, being the paranoid little sissy that I am, I searched if it was poisonous or anything. Nope. That's kind of a relief, although why the picture of the spider on that site I linked is wiggling is unknown to me. Also something baffling, this. Aaaand this. 

Keep on truckin',