GIP!

Because God knows what I need is another Boo icon.

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I don't think it has to be said, but Bawls is much better in the morning than coffee. Oh, yes.

And since I don't plan to leave this chair all day so that I can get more TroNoWriMo done, I'm going to need it. Gyah.

EDIT: You know, I've seen a lot of "You know you're on Livejournal too much when ..." lately, but I'm surprised that I have yet to see the option, "If you've ever been tempted to say in real life that something 'iz pastede on yay!'" 'Cause, damn it, I can't be the only one.

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I'm sick of going back to the old post. Time to put the list into a new post. :)

( My DVD collection )

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I know nothing about guns. Seriously, absolutely nothing. So someone help me out, and talk to me like an imbecile when you answer. How many shots can you take with a shotgun before you have to reload? And how do you shoot one, step by step, from loading it to pulling the trigger? Are there even any steps in between?

Sheesh. If this weren't the only time I plan to have anybody in this story fire a gun, I wouldn't even put it in. Not knowing about this stuff and trying to write it is too hard. *grumbles*

EDIT: Well, now I know who to go to for gun questions. Now all I have to do is find someone to go to for axe and tomahawk questions. :)

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This is my deal to myself. If I get to 20,000 words today, I get to go down to the 7-11 tonight and buy myself a pint of Ben and Jerry's Half-Baked Frozen Yogurt.

Wish me luck! *goes off to type like a maniac*

EDIT: I'd love to know why the only spam I get to my Yahoo! email is all golf-related. It would make sense if I were like any other member of my family and actually gave a damn about golf, but since I never play golf because I didn't get the family not-that-far-from-a-golf-pro gene and suck at it, never buy anything golf-related, and only once in a while check golf tournament listings just out of curiosity ... yeah, WTF?

It's really sad when it makes more sense that I'd get porn spam than it does that I'd get golf spam, isn't it?

HORROR-MOVIE-LOVING BUDDY OF EDIT: Hee ... I love writing this story, if only because each chapter is an excuse to get more and more comically gruesome with every passing paragraph. *bounces up and down happily*

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You know what I just realized? You know what I've eaten today? A handful of Cheetos, two pretzel sticks, and two bottles of Bawls.

Call me crazy, but an actual meal might be in order here.

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I'm supposed to be writing, and yet I keep skipping around LJ like a toddler on crack. I just realized I've written twenty Q&A movie reviews. And that I've only got 45 icons when I could have fifty. And that my newly restored urge to write means I'm feeling the need to write fanfic in about five fandoms, like, right now. The last thing I need is something distracting me and ... well, yeah.

Urgh. I'm amending my earlier deal with myself to 15,000 words 'cause it's easier and I already have the frozen yogurt. I'll get to 15,000 sooner, and I'll get to work on the story afterwards anyway, which won't be difficult since I'm on my third Bawls of the day and I'm not going to sleep anytime soon. At this rate, I'm going to have to buy another case of the stuff by Wednesday, but at least CompUSA is on the way to my office. Then again, maybe bringing a case of tasty energy drinks is a bad idea with my DHL station. They'll want to try them and the next thing I'll know, they'll have inhaled the entire case. And I think it's safe to say that if Lieutenant Asshat, Bossman, and Boy-on-Boy Action guzzle down a case of Bawls and have to be individually peeled off the ceiling with a pair of barbecue tongs, I'm going to be in my office building a fort with a pile of Dell boxes and turning one of the plastic envelopes into my first mate Stewie. 'Cause God knows, the best way to avoid responsibility is to start an argument over whether you're attempting to win the International Surrealist Movement Award or you're just fucking nuts.

In any event, I'm starting to think I'm not going to get the story done by my birthday. I'm going to try, of course, but the plot's getting a point to make me wonder, and it's definitely going to be towards if not past the high end of the 40-to-80-thousand-word limit I was dared to reach. Hmph. No matter. It's a book, for Christ's sake. I'm writing a book again, and I'm not slacking off. I'd try to find the bad part, but there is none. :)

I'm giving myself a present.

[Poll #349115]

14, 783 words! Close enough!

*checks poll* Since it's kind of a three-way tie for which one I should do, pick again.

[Poll #349137]

EDIT: *checks results so far* Sheesh, this keeps up and they're just going to have to arm-wrestle. Hmph. I'm going to get a notebook and my frozen yogurt.

OVERLY BUZZED ROOMMATE OF EDIT: Fuck it, I'm watching "X-Men".

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Notes for X-Men ... finished. Now I'm going to try to get a little bit more done on the TroNoWriMo before I go to sleep. Then tomorrow morning, more TroNoWriMo and hopefully, I'll do the notes for A Knight's Tale.

Urgh. Somebody win the lottery and become my sponsor so I can write 24/7, 'cause I sure as hell don't have the karma for it.

Hmm. I need to make myself a writing icon. No, not now. Then again ... *smacks self* Write, damn it!