A [NaNoWriMo] Novelist...

"In skating over thin ice, our safety is our speed."

Thursday, September 18, 2008

18th September

Today, today, today...

Well, I suppose today was interesting if nothing else. Today, at Derby Moor, we had a fire bell go off half way through period two (which for me was my second hour of Psychology with Mr. Read-I-Can't-Really-Read). Apparently, with DMCSC being the scuzzy school that it is (apparently) these fire alarms go off quite frequently because the kids like to set them off. Today, though, was different.

Although the thing wasn't actually scheduled, it wasn't a kid that set the thing off, it was something that the teachers referred to only as a 'technical fault'. Said fault had us lined up in our form groups in the tennis court playground thingy for over half an hour in silence. Then, when they realised that they couldn't get the bell fixed we were told we could sit on the floor and chat quietly with each other. So, in total, we were out there for over an hour. During this time we also missed our break between lessons, which was annoying. We ended up having a shorter break, and eating into our next lessons.

Of course, as always, this means more homework.

Oh how I love homework.

Not.

.___.

I've got so much homework it's not even a laughing matter any more. I mean, I know it's supposed to get harder and all this year, but seriously, is three hours homework really necessary for just two subjects? REALLY?


REALLY?

...


During tutor period today we were working on our personal statements. Mrs Archer says that although mine still needs a tiny little bit of work, it's one of the tightest statements that she's seen in a long while. This meant I had a good twenty minutes of the lesson to do nothing but write. Well, I was supposed to do homework, but I didn't feel like it, so I wrote a good 400 words. Not a lot, but it's something. Now tonight I have about an hour to write some more. I'd like at least another 600 words, because then I can keep up a 1k a day target, despite all the school work and shit that I'm having to deal with.

That'll make me feel good.

But for now, I don't have anything interesting to say because I want to write. So, like. Yeah.

~~

posted by Kitty Taylor at 9:00 pm

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"Come on babe

Why don't we paint the town?

And all that Jazz

I'm gonna rouge my knees

And roll my stockings down

And all that jazz

Start the car

I know a whoopee spot

Where the gin is cold

But the piano's hot

It's just a noisy hall

Where there's a nightly brawl

And all

That

Jazz

Skit two!

And all that Jazz

Hotshot!

Whoopee!

And all that Jazz

Slick your hair

And wear your buckle shoes

And all that Jazz

I hear that Father Dip

Is gonna blow the blues

And all that Jazz

Hold on, hon

We're gonna bunny hop

I bought some aspirin

Down at United Drug

In case you shake apart

And want a brand new start

To do that-

Jazz

Find a flask

We're playing fast and loose

And all that jazz

Right up here

Is where I store the juice

And all that jazz

Come on, babe

We're gonna brush the sky

I bet you lucky Lindy

Never flew so high

'Cause in the stratosphere

How could he lend an ear

To all that Jazz?

Oh, you're gonna see your sheba shimmy shake

And all that jazz

Oh, she's gonna shimmy 'till her garters break

And all that jazz

Show her where to park her girdle

Oh, her mother's blood'd curdle

And If she hears her baby squeal

It's For all that jazz

And all that jazz

And all that jazz

Come on babe

Why don't we paint

The town?

And all that jazz

I'm gonna

Rouge my knees

And roll my

Stockings down

And all that jazz

Start the car

I know a whoopee spot

Where the gin is cold

But the piano's hot

It's just a noisy hall

Where there's a nightly brawl

And all that-

Jazz

No, I'm no one's wife

But, oh, I love my life

And all that Jazz!

That Jazz!"


Kitty's blog is entirely fictional, and not based on anything real or otherwise. Oh hell. Who am I kidding? it's hard cheese facts of life. This is a NaNoWriMo (and other various writing-related) journal, to see more about this visit www.nanowrimo.org