NaBloPoMo: Books, Books, Books!

Monday, November 19: If you had to get locked in some place (book store, amusement park, etc) overnight alone, where would you choose to be locked in?

Book shop. The odds are that the bookshop has somewhere comfortable to sit or curl up. There’s a chance they’ll have a coffee shop for drinks and snacks but if they don’t, who cares? Endless books. You’d have to pry me out screaming. After I totally presented the manager with a list of books they really should have had in weeks ago, and I am not amused.

If it were Kinokuniya in Sydney, oh man. Not only books, but endless art supplies? It would be heavenly. It would have to be ‘locked in over a weekend’, because I would be the happiest person in the world if I were stuck in there.

NaBloPoMo: Five Things

  • Just finished off American Horror Story’s new episode. It’s too over the top to be truly good television, in my mind, but I am fascinated by asylums during that era. Tonight’s episode caught me unawares. Yikes. There’s a reason I watch this show during daylight hours, with a cheery episode of Modern Family or Glee to follow.
  • My dehydration and general misery over the last week? It turned out to be a nasty stomach bug. That was a relief on so many levels, except the pills I had to take have left this weird, dirty-metal taste in my mouth. It is pissing me off so much. I absolutely loathe and detest both chewing gum and peppermint flavouring, but I might have to grab a packet of peppermint gum tomorrow before I talk to anyone.
  • Today was a Bad Day online. Just a lot of little bits and pieces that ticked me off.
  • Tomorrow, Sydney for my Portfolio Review at SCA. I am so out of my league, seriously. I draw little cartoon magical girls. What I do is kind of anime inspired, simply because I found the anime art style as an easy way to draw anatomy in an aesthetically-pleasing way, without actually knowing anything about anatomy. :Fake it ’til you make it XD It’s not intended to look anime-esque. So, I am freaking terrified.  :huh:
  • I am 11 books short of my secondary-reading goal for the year – my original goal was 50 books in a year, but I surpassed that ages ago and went for 100 books in a year, even though it’s technically 100 books in 10 months, since I didn’t start the challenge until March 1 (yes, one of my non-profitable skills is being a super-fast reader. I can read three books in a day, if I don’t do much else. So, eleven books shouldn’t be too big a deal, as long as I can find more books I want to read (I do have Alice in Zombieland lined up after Want, which I plan to start tonight.)

NaBloPoMo: Good Bye 24

Today was my last day as a twenty-four year old.

That is crazy. I feel exactly the same as I did at twenty-two. God, twenty-five. I feel old and like I’m running out of time but I’m only twenty-five. Is this how everyone feels? That they turn around one day and BAM, feel like time has just evaporated? That all those mundane things you do every single day add up to years and  years?

That’s about as philosophical as I get. Sometimes it’s hard to distinguish between feelings and thoughts that are totally normal and feelings and thoughts that are because of my anxiety. Mostly it’s just plain noisy in my head.

I was actually very productive for my last day as twenty-four year old. Perhaps I’ve finally evolved to be fastidious and neat? A shame I still seem to be a complete paper hoarder. Seriously, I refuse to throw out even the tiniest or oldest drawing. But a massive spring clean was in order for the day – one enormous bag of garbage, and everything has been dusted, organised. It’s… actually kind of creepy.

I also got another 2,000 words of my Nanowrimo done. I’m hoping to get at least another 1,000 words done tonight. Other than that, I’ve got an episode of Criminal Minds and some art to upload to Deviantart. I’m hardcore, aren’t I?

I feel like I should write something deep, to remember twenty-four when I’m reading this blog in years to come. Twenty four: the year before you went to Sydney. After being sick for four months and two hospital visits, you’re okay with no real reason. Er, it might be because your father lived at home all year. Mia finished uni. You lost Dominic and Molly. Mia got Mabel. You love, love, loved The Legend of Korra. Your art sucked less this year than ever before. You started your giant directory of future book ideas. You read a lot of books – good ones, bad ones and offensive ones. You start cooking lessons. You loved Marissa Meyer’s Cinder, Kendare Blake’s Anna Dressed in Blood and Girl from Nightmares, Laini Taylor’s Daughter of Smoke and Bone, and you finally finished Lemony Snicket’s Series of Unfortunate Events.

 So long, twenty-four. I liked you okay and I’m sorry you have to go. You taught me stuff that’s useful but some things happened that… well, sucked. Put a good word in for me with twenty-five, okay?

NanoWrimo Word Count: 12,077/50,000