“Just like the gypsy woman said!”

So that was 28. Tomorrow I’m 29. And I feel all of twelve. Maybe thirteen.

That’s probably why so many people have crises about their age: they never feel what they really are. I’ve managed to elude conventional adulthood for so long, and now I feel the time to girl-up and be a grown-up is upon me.

No wonder I need a medication adjustment  :lol:

So here’s to 29. May you bring good things.

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

NaBloPoMo: Cleaning Lady

So, I turn twenty five on Wednesday – or as I prefer to think of it, the fourth anniversary of my twenty-first birthday :oops:. And I have this weird thing where, on my birthday, certain things have to be perfect. Like my personal grooming (aka, my eyebrows have been beautifully waxed and shaped), my outfit (being washed and pressed tomorrow) and my bedroom.

Oh god, my bedroom.  -_-*

It’s not that I’m a messy person, it’s that I have minimal storage. I was days away from putting my new wardrobe and chest of drawers on lay-buy when we hit a budget crisis, so nothing has really changed. My room is utter chaos – I write and I draw, so there is always paper everywhere, plus I have books everywhere and… well, all the debris of being a girl, a nerd, a student, a writer, a reader and an illustrator.

So, I moved my TV and printer to the chest next to my bed that I store my winter clothing in, and added an extra shelf to one of my bookcases. Two EXTRA shelves of storage! Two extra shelves to display my things! It’s just glorious :marryme: . Except, then I had to play bookcase Tetris. It’s a very delicate ecosystem of where everything fits. And other than a couple of relocations to the top of my bookcase (a binder that was too tall, a camera flash and a box of software), I got everything in! I’d love to find somewhere new to put my bright yellow leather compendium and my drawing tablet, but at least they are safe.

I’m exhausted, and I still have 1000+ words of NanoWrimo to write, and tomorrow I have to clean and reorganise my wardrobe and desk, and I really need to a few good hours to work on my Nano. AND I need a couple of days to work on some new things for my art school portfolio. Plus, I have the gym at 8am tomorrow morning, and I’ve got more job applications to fill out.

Why are my Novembers always so ridiculously … ridiculous?!  :dead: