NaNoWriMo

I'm doing NaNo for the first time this year (wohoo, excitement), but it's not going very well. I'm starting to think that my story line is rather dull and too short, and my characters are boring and predictable. Ah well, it's written in a month by a fifteen year old: There are very few high expectations going around. I'm currently behind with 1'400 words, which is kind of stressful. I just want to watch TV and eat chocolate and ice cream. I hate to do stuff. Doing stuff takes a whole lot of unnecessary time, and it doesn't even end up being a good way to waste my time. Basically - to quite some certain Starkids- everything sucks and falls to shit. Good night.

True Blood

Sometimes I wished I lived in America. True Blood is on in half an hour, which means that it won't be finished till one hour after that, which means that it won't be uploaded till some hours after that. This means that I can't see it today, I have to wait for tomorrow. But I'm going to a Harry Potter Marathon at 7 pm tomorrow, and so I should spend all of tomorrow sleeping. I'm torn and excited. Waiting Sucks.


Have I mentioned how much I love Eric Northman? Because you see, I love Eric Northman.

Stone Cold

Once upon a little time, there was a stone. The stone was rather quiet and small, so people never took notice of it. They always walked right past it, not even giving it a first glance. The poor little stone felt dead, and yet it knew that it wasn't. It could feel the soil and life beneath it, it heard the sound of the forest and the blowing of the wind. The little stone could not for the life of it understand why no one even registered it as a life form. As far as it knew -and it was rather old and wise- it existed just as much as everything else. True, it didn't fly around like the bees or sing like the birds, but neither did the fish. People always payed attention to the fish, putting hooks in them and eating them. No one had ever expressed even the mildest of interests in eating the little stone. Now, it knew that it should probably be glad for not having been eaten yet, but it somehow couldn't see the positive side of it. True, it existed, but was it alive? What was really the point of existing if no one even knew you were there?



This is a story I just wrote. Apparantly, I write stories on this blog. Stories about stones. Hm... This is an interesting new direction.

Milk

Okay, so this is a new blog. Obviously. I'm good at being obvious, consider yourself warned. Now, I'll leave the presentation of myself to a later post, because I don't really feel like presenting myself right now. My inner clock is actually telling me to go to sleep, but I'm ignoring it. I'm good at ignoring things, too. In other news, I just had a delicious piece of chocolate cake. It actually wasn't that delicious, it was just a normal piece of chocolate cake, but as cake always is delicious, it was a delicious piece of cake. Also, I'm good at writing long sentences with too many commas, where the sentence probably should have been split in several different sentences, but I prefer to do it my way, and my way is sometimes with loads of commas. That's not every sentence, though. Some sentences are quite short.

Anyway, I think I'll stop ignoring my inner clock now. I've got the very last day of 9th grade to look forward to tomorrow. There will be cake. Needless to say, it will be a good day.



Did you know that nearly every piece of food with chocolate in it tastes awesome with milk? Chocolate cake, for example, tastes awesome with milk. Especially brownies, which sucks because my cake is just ordinary chocolate cake. No brownies for me, but plenty of milk. Milk is good.

Good night then. It's bedtime.