21st October
Now playing: Les Miserables - At The End Of The Day
At the end of the day you're another day older, and that's all you can say for the life of the poor. It's a struggle, it's a war, and there's nothing that anyone's giving. One more day standing about, what is it for? One day less to be living.
I know, I know, I missed a blog yesterday. I swear there is a good explanation for it. Or, rather, a lame explanation but an explanation all the same. (Jeeze, how many times can I use the same word in one sentence?) Anyway, last night when I got home I went straight to the writing corner and read a nice big chunk of No Plot? No Problem! (such an AWESOME book, by the way, I read it every year before NaNo comes around now) and then read the rest of The Hound of the Baskervilles. I never realised how awesome that book was, either. It's shocking.
Anyway, either the coffee I made myself as a treat, or a nice dose of PMT (I hate that time of the month...) lead to an extremely aggravating headache. I was in bed by 10pm, which is early for me these days, and so I really couldn't be bothered to mess with my head any more than necessary to make a blog entry.
There. Lame excuse ahoy! :D
About today... What happened today? Very little really. I could regale you all with tales of school and other random shit that's happened to me today (what little there is), but none of that is interesting enough to warrent me writing it down. Aside from doing a little writing in my study period and finishing up writing the character sketch for Rouge at the point she decided she was going to take over the world, I have done nothing creative and therefore nothing that deserves to be put in this journal.
I got in from school, and promptly decided that I was going to have a nap. Which I did. I slept until 6pm, and then was still doing homework until twenty minutes ago. It's pretty pathetic really, but at least I feel relatively cheerful thanks to that little period of uninterrupted sleep in my nice warm bed. I think I'm coming down with the flu. >_> whatever, I'll push it off. I really, really, REALLY will. There is nothing in hell that would make me miss school now, I can't afford to.
So, however boring my life is, at least I can now start counting down the time until NaNo starts. Yes, that's right! 10 DAYS UNTIL NANOWRIMO 2008 PEOPLE!!! I don't think I've ever been so excited in my whole life. Except from this time last year, and, the year before..... XD I'm such a dork.
So, 10 days to go means it's time to really knuckle down and get some planning done. Or, in my case, surf the forums for any possible dare that I could use to make my plot even more wacky and insane than it already was. I'm also getting ready for my weekend in London. I hope I'll get some random inspiration while I'm there, since I love London so much. I don't think I'd like to live there, but a whole weekend there is going to be FUCKING AWESOME. Yes, that's right, it even deserves a swear word of appreciation.
And don't forget. I hate anime. :)
As for that character sketch...
Beginnings
The gentle patter of raindrops on the glass windows echoed through the nursery, casting long thin dripping shadows along the walls. Blue and I were bored, as usual, and sat together in front of the fire which had burned down a number of hours ago and was now only smouldering embers. Our mother had come in and taken Indie out to nurse her in private, and with the nanny having quit last week when she realised that my mother was going to refuse her next pay check, Blue and I were left to our own devices.
The weather, however, decreed that we could do very little to amuse ourselves other than hide in our room and pretend to like each other. Back then, and I’ll glad admit it, Blue was an annoying little brat, and I was a selfish, determined equal. We hated each other.
The nursery was growing cold, and rather than sit in his armchair like normal, Blue left my side and resigned himself to shivering under the covers of his bed, peering out with dark, intelligent eyes. I drew my legs underneath myself and settled down to make use of my evening by reading some book or other- I forget which, now, it was so long ago.
The scene becomes imprinted upon my memory at the point when I was rudely interrupted from my musings by the family cat, a little white ball of fur named Wiggles, who climbed onto my lap and began almost instantly to make himself comfortable and purr loudly with content.
“Hey, look,” I had commented, setting my book aside. “I’m Dr. Masterville.” I sat myself up straighter and began to pet the cat in a rhythmic manner, making reference to our favourite character from a familiar comic. “Look, Blue, look. Isn’t that funny?” I petted Wiggles some more, and giggled to myself.
“You don’t look anything like him,” Blue corrected me. He raised an eyebrow in a rather annoyed manner.
“Why the hell not?” I demanded with a measured amount of indignance. I thought I looked very much like Dr. Masterville, and to my young mind it seemed that Blue obviously just hadn’t read enough of the comics.
“Well,” he considered, and slipped the covers from his head to his shoulders. “For starters you’re a girl. Dr. Masterville isn’t a girl, he’s a man. Like me.”
“You’re not a man,” I told him. “You’re a stupid little boy. I do look like Dr. Masterville. I’ve got the cat and everything.”
“You’re not evil enough, either,” Blue carried on. “You’re too girly, and you squeal too much. Girls like the colour pink and don’t like getting muddy or wet. Villain’s have to be stronger than that because they have to be brave. You’re not brave.”
“I am too!” I retorted and stuck my tongue out angrily. “I’m braver than you anyway. You cried yesterday because you saw a spider in your room.”
“It was a big spider-”
“And you still wet the bed.” I smirked.
“I do not!” Blue cried and huddled himself back up in the blanket. “You’re a girl, anyway. Girls suck.”
“I am not.” I shook my head and stuck my tongue out again. “I’m every bit as man as you and I can prove it.”
“Oh yeah? And how?”
“I bet you I’m taller than you.”
“Nuhuh.”
“I bet you I can run faster than you, too. I bet I can play the piano better, and I bet I’m cleverer than you, so there.”
“Nope, nope, nope,” Blue swore, eyes darkening. “Besides, you’ll never be as powerful as Dr. Masterville. He owns the whole world, and all the people in it, and he could make everybody do exactly as he wanted. You couldn’t do that.”
“I could so!” I argued. “Why couldn’t I?”
“Because you’re a girl-”
“You already said that.”
“You didn’t let me finish. You’re a girl, so you’re weak and a loser, but you also don’t have as much power as Daddy did.”
“What’s he got to do with anything?” I questioned. “Why bring him into it? He’s been gone since you were a baby- I think he didn’t like you.”
“Daddy was a des- descen- Daddy was related to that man who used to rule Exos. The Thir? The Thau. He was related to a real villain, a real powerful man, and he was powerful too. You won’t be like him.”
“Why won’t I? I can be powerful, too.”
“Not you can’t. You’re not like Daddy.”
“I could be.”
“No you couldn’t. You’re a girl.”
“Shut up!” I shouted at him. The cat jumped from my lap as I clambered to my feet. “Shut up Blue! You’re stupid, and I will be powerful, and I’ll show you how evil I can be.” I stomped over to him and hit him twice on the shoulder. He cowered beneath his blanket, only his eyes peeking out of the darkness that cloaked him.
He didn’t say anything at first, and the only sound was the rain on the glass of the nursery window, but then he poked his head out from the covers again. With something like a meow from a cat in pain he shrugged his shoulders and spoke.
“Do you really think so?”
“Yes,” I swore, still fuming. “I will prove you wrong. You don’t know anything.” I shoved him once more and headed back over to the armchair, poking the fire angrily with a poker on the way. Flames jumped upwards and then died down again.
I couldn’t understand why Blue thought that I wouldn’t be able to do it. The only explanation I could come up with was that he wanted me to be weak and stupid like all those other ladies, like Mum, and I didn’t want to be like that. If I was like that, then he would have all the control, and that wasn’t fair. I was bigger than him, older than him. I deserved to be able to prove him wrong.
“So,” I said, sitting myself down in the chair with an air of grace and authority. “Want to make it a bet, then?”
Blue shook his head.
“Okay,” I told him. I spoke with the sincerity of youth, but little did I know how important this promise to myself, and to him, would become in my life. “You’re on. I bet I can prove you wrong. I bet I can be just like Dr. Masterville; I’ll own the whole world, and everybody in it.”
“You will?” Blue asked meekly, the bedclothes still held tight around his head as if to keep out the words I was speaking.
“Yep.” I grinned. “I’ll even own you.”
Yup. You know you love Rouge and her awesome violent, competitive tendancies. :D
10 days until NaNoWriMo 2008!
At the end of the day you're another day older, and that's all you can say for the life of the poor. It's a struggle, it's a war, and there's nothing that anyone's giving. One more day standing about, what is it for? One day less to be living.
I know, I know, I missed a blog yesterday. I swear there is a good explanation for it. Or, rather, a lame explanation but an explanation all the same. (Jeeze, how many times can I use the same word in one sentence?) Anyway, last night when I got home I went straight to the writing corner and read a nice big chunk of No Plot? No Problem! (such an AWESOME book, by the way, I read it every year before NaNo comes around now) and then read the rest of The Hound of the Baskervilles. I never realised how awesome that book was, either. It's shocking.
Anyway, either the coffee I made myself as a treat, or a nice dose of PMT (I hate that time of the month...) lead to an extremely aggravating headache. I was in bed by 10pm, which is early for me these days, and so I really couldn't be bothered to mess with my head any more than necessary to make a blog entry.
There. Lame excuse ahoy! :D
About today... What happened today? Very little really. I could regale you all with tales of school and other random shit that's happened to me today (what little there is), but none of that is interesting enough to warrent me writing it down. Aside from doing a little writing in my study period and finishing up writing the character sketch for Rouge at the point she decided she was going to take over the world, I have done nothing creative and therefore nothing that deserves to be put in this journal.
I got in from school, and promptly decided that I was going to have a nap. Which I did. I slept until 6pm, and then was still doing homework until twenty minutes ago. It's pretty pathetic really, but at least I feel relatively cheerful thanks to that little period of uninterrupted sleep in my nice warm bed. I think I'm coming down with the flu. >_> whatever, I'll push it off. I really, really, REALLY will. There is nothing in hell that would make me miss school now, I can't afford to.
So, however boring my life is, at least I can now start counting down the time until NaNo starts. Yes, that's right! 10 DAYS UNTIL NANOWRIMO 2008 PEOPLE!!! I don't think I've ever been so excited in my whole life. Except from this time last year, and, the year before..... XD I'm such a dork.
So, 10 days to go means it's time to really knuckle down and get some planning done. Or, in my case, surf the forums for any possible dare that I could use to make my plot even more wacky and insane than it already was. I'm also getting ready for my weekend in London. I hope I'll get some random inspiration while I'm there, since I love London so much. I don't think I'd like to live there, but a whole weekend there is going to be FUCKING AWESOME. Yes, that's right, it even deserves a swear word of appreciation.
And don't forget. I hate anime. :)
As for that character sketch...
Beginnings
The gentle patter of raindrops on the glass windows echoed through the nursery, casting long thin dripping shadows along the walls. Blue and I were bored, as usual, and sat together in front of the fire which had burned down a number of hours ago and was now only smouldering embers. Our mother had come in and taken Indie out to nurse her in private, and with the nanny having quit last week when she realised that my mother was going to refuse her next pay check, Blue and I were left to our own devices.
The weather, however, decreed that we could do very little to amuse ourselves other than hide in our room and pretend to like each other. Back then, and I’ll glad admit it, Blue was an annoying little brat, and I was a selfish, determined equal. We hated each other.
The nursery was growing cold, and rather than sit in his armchair like normal, Blue left my side and resigned himself to shivering under the covers of his bed, peering out with dark, intelligent eyes. I drew my legs underneath myself and settled down to make use of my evening by reading some book or other- I forget which, now, it was so long ago.
The scene becomes imprinted upon my memory at the point when I was rudely interrupted from my musings by the family cat, a little white ball of fur named Wiggles, who climbed onto my lap and began almost instantly to make himself comfortable and purr loudly with content.
“Hey, look,” I had commented, setting my book aside. “I’m Dr. Masterville.” I sat myself up straighter and began to pet the cat in a rhythmic manner, making reference to our favourite character from a familiar comic. “Look, Blue, look. Isn’t that funny?” I petted Wiggles some more, and giggled to myself.
“You don’t look anything like him,” Blue corrected me. He raised an eyebrow in a rather annoyed manner.
“Why the hell not?” I demanded with a measured amount of indignance. I thought I looked very much like Dr. Masterville, and to my young mind it seemed that Blue obviously just hadn’t read enough of the comics.
“Well,” he considered, and slipped the covers from his head to his shoulders. “For starters you’re a girl. Dr. Masterville isn’t a girl, he’s a man. Like me.”
“You’re not a man,” I told him. “You’re a stupid little boy. I do look like Dr. Masterville. I’ve got the cat and everything.”
“You’re not evil enough, either,” Blue carried on. “You’re too girly, and you squeal too much. Girls like the colour pink and don’t like getting muddy or wet. Villain’s have to be stronger than that because they have to be brave. You’re not brave.”
“I am too!” I retorted and stuck my tongue out angrily. “I’m braver than you anyway. You cried yesterday because you saw a spider in your room.”
“It was a big spider-”
“And you still wet the bed.” I smirked.
“I do not!” Blue cried and huddled himself back up in the blanket. “You’re a girl, anyway. Girls suck.”
“I am not.” I shook my head and stuck my tongue out again. “I’m every bit as man as you and I can prove it.”
“Oh yeah? And how?”
“I bet you I’m taller than you.”
“Nuhuh.”
“I bet you I can run faster than you, too. I bet I can play the piano better, and I bet I’m cleverer than you, so there.”
“Nope, nope, nope,” Blue swore, eyes darkening. “Besides, you’ll never be as powerful as Dr. Masterville. He owns the whole world, and all the people in it, and he could make everybody do exactly as he wanted. You couldn’t do that.”
“I could so!” I argued. “Why couldn’t I?”
“Because you’re a girl-”
“You already said that.”
“You didn’t let me finish. You’re a girl, so you’re weak and a loser, but you also don’t have as much power as Daddy did.”
“What’s he got to do with anything?” I questioned. “Why bring him into it? He’s been gone since you were a baby- I think he didn’t like you.”
“Daddy was a des- descen- Daddy was related to that man who used to rule Exos. The Thir? The Thau. He was related to a real villain, a real powerful man, and he was powerful too. You won’t be like him.”
“Why won’t I? I can be powerful, too.”
“Not you can’t. You’re not like Daddy.”
“I could be.”
“No you couldn’t. You’re a girl.”
“Shut up!” I shouted at him. The cat jumped from my lap as I clambered to my feet. “Shut up Blue! You’re stupid, and I will be powerful, and I’ll show you how evil I can be.” I stomped over to him and hit him twice on the shoulder. He cowered beneath his blanket, only his eyes peeking out of the darkness that cloaked him.
He didn’t say anything at first, and the only sound was the rain on the glass of the nursery window, but then he poked his head out from the covers again. With something like a meow from a cat in pain he shrugged his shoulders and spoke.
“Do you really think so?”
“Yes,” I swore, still fuming. “I will prove you wrong. You don’t know anything.” I shoved him once more and headed back over to the armchair, poking the fire angrily with a poker on the way. Flames jumped upwards and then died down again.
I couldn’t understand why Blue thought that I wouldn’t be able to do it. The only explanation I could come up with was that he wanted me to be weak and stupid like all those other ladies, like Mum, and I didn’t want to be like that. If I was like that, then he would have all the control, and that wasn’t fair. I was bigger than him, older than him. I deserved to be able to prove him wrong.
“So,” I said, sitting myself down in the chair with an air of grace and authority. “Want to make it a bet, then?”
Blue shook his head.
“Okay,” I told him. I spoke with the sincerity of youth, but little did I know how important this promise to myself, and to him, would become in my life. “You’re on. I bet I can prove you wrong. I bet I can be just like Dr. Masterville; I’ll own the whole world, and everybody in it.”
“You will?” Blue asked meekly, the bedclothes still held tight around his head as if to keep out the words I was speaking.
“Yep.” I grinned. “I’ll even own you.”
Yup. You know you love Rouge and her awesome violent, competitive tendancies. :D
10 days until NaNoWriMo 2008!
At the end of the day you're another day colder
And the shirt on your back doesn't keep out the chill
And the shirt on your back doesn't keep out the chill
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