28th October

Today I went to the Pre Nano meet. It was organised chaos, exactly as described, and totally, utterly fantastic! I had so much fun, meeting people who're struggling with the same things as me, and chatting to them about gay ferret rape, and slug rape.... okay, the latter is a little disturbing. We drank coffee and chatted. Everybody was really friendly, and welcoming dispite the fact that me and Alex were the only two 15 year olds there....

I got a ration pack too, which I've had to put on top of my wardrobe to stop myself from eating the chocolate before November. I got dice, and a pencil, and a pen. I need new ones to! Sarah's so clever; she knows exactly what we need xD There'd also some great advice and stuff in there too. So I think that later I might pop upstairs and do a plot game with the dice, or something. My cramps are killing me, and there's nothing else to do. So I'll grab and coffee and go a read some.

I got myself a Guns N Roses shirt!! WHEEEY! I also managed to filch a ten pound note out of my mother in Waterstones today. She got me No Plot? No Problem! by Chris Baty. Founder of the NaNoWriMo. So far, I've already found like, three witty lines. I'm looking forward to cramming that into my last weekend of having a social life. ha! Like that's going to happen, though. I have loads of homework that I'll have to do. Already my positive outlook on that maths homework has gone downhill, after I took another long look at it, and decided that I didn't have a clue how to sort out the standard deviation. yeah, I know how to work it out... But I haven't got a clue why I've got to do it, and how it applies to my data.... WTF I also took another long look at what I have to read by tuesday.

I swear my English teacher thinks I'm magic or something. I don't want to read Lord Of The Flies. It's hbad! Not as bad as romeo and Juliet and Great Expectations were (Studied, not read my choice. I'm sure they're lovely if I could only stop picking them to pieces, writing essays and speeches, and just read them normally. Literature, poetry and prose was surely meant to be enjoyed, not critised...) I still have half the book to read. I didn't like them killing the pig and MAJOR PLOT SPOILER: I heard that Simon dies. That sucks asssss.

So yeah. That's exactly what I think. I haven't quite finished yet, but I think if I write any more I'll rub my arms and fingers off (my arm's rubbing against the table, and it hurts...) So. That's it now. Good night everyone.