25,000

It feels so good. I can't imagine how wonderful I would feel if I had gone the entire way. I'm so very pleased. And I have so much more to say about Maric and Sinx and Anloi and Heth and Cedric...I could go on forever. But hitting the half-NaNo mark makes me very happy.

Rollercoaster

Maric needs to get out of the village. He does the same darn thing every other day. Hence, he can only be so exciting while sticking to his routine. Every few sentences I get bored with him again. ACK! He needs a life. Hey, at least a chatter-prone raven has found her way to his shoulder. She can liven things up randomly. I think she is a very young raven. Yes, she must be. She's somewhat dense.

I think that I am going to trip in the final steps of the NaNo race. Why am I here? I need to go write!

Meet Review 3 (and other tidbits)

I dropped two seconds on my 200 IM, got closer to my fastest time in the 100 fly, and did hideously in the relays. We won't talk about those. The girls' team won, for the first time this season. Yay!

Now, what do you get when you mix six loaves of bread, nine(ish?) dozen eggs, two gallons of milk, four pounds of bacon, one Cosco box of hash browns, five big orange juice cans, and my wonderful mommy? The swim team pre-Thanksgiving breakfast! Ta-da!

By the way, I hate people right now. I spent way too much time with way to many people. My crowd tolerance is at zero. And Thanksgiving is tomorrow. My family is going to think that I've gone into a state of depression; I'm normally very good about associating with them. I do not think that I will plan a get-together for my birthday; I'd end up hating everybody, unless I only invited around three people, but then I would fear that I would offend. Therefore, birthday plans are probably going to be carried out with my family. Yay!

Meet Review 2

The county invitational occured today, and I didn't do as well as I am capable of doing. Oh well.

I lost my voice...cheering for the Knights. Oh, I gave it quite a strain cheering for the Tigers too, but it was cheering for the Knights that killed me. You want to know why I was cheering for a rival team? All right, I can handle that. It was like this, see.

The Tigers' boys and the Devils' boys were competing the entire meet for first place. By the time we got to the last relay, if the Tigers won and the Devils took second, there would be a tie for first. Once the Tigers' relay was substantially ahead, I turned to the third-seeded team and yelled my head off at them. So did the rest of the Tigers. Between the Tigers and the Knights, you think they could have found enough motivation to beat the Devils (I'm kidding, don't think I was expecting noise to make them move faster). They only got outouched by a bit. As it was, there was a tie for first. How unfulfilling is that?

The girls took sixth. Now if we take into account that [I think] all of the teams that beat us save one are in 5A, we did okay.

Control Freak

I think that I have realized why I love writing so much. Even though my characters sometimes do things I don't plan on (like falling over unexpected limbs), even when they develop personality quirks I didn't have in mind (Nargani has selective ignorance), I still am in nearly complete control of their lives. I can make them hysterical (like I just did), I can make them confused (like I just did), I can make them rather indifferent (Sinx is a horse, what does he care that Maric is deformed?), or I can make them an irrational player of the blame game (*coughCiriacough*). It gives me such glee; I am reminded that I am somewhat of a control freak. Now Son of Sferesh can truly begin. Maric has come into his heritage by a detrimental path, and Cedric now begins to cultivate his fiendish plans in Siltek. Mwahahahahaha. Bwaha. MWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!

Eight-mile Day

Cold around me, hot within
And we have yet to begin
Limbs feel like they're falling off
Trying to inhale, instead I cough
Pushing and fighting to stay ahead
Stuggling for life, though mostly dead
If only it didn't have to be this way
Looks like we're in for another eight-mile day

FYI, eight miles is a long way to swim in one day. Think about it. Do cross country runners run that far in a day? Amicus, can you answer that for me?

Lyrics

There are entirely too many depressing and bittersweet lyrics floating around here. So here is a song that makes me laugh.

You May Be Right
-Billy Joel

Friday night I crashed your party
Saturday I said I'm sorry
Sunday came and trashed me out again
I was only having fun
Wasn't hurting anyone
A nd we all enjoyed the weekend for a change
I've been stranded in the combat zone
I walked through Bedford Stuy alone
Even rode my motorcycle in the rain
And you told me not to drive
But I made it home alive
So you said that only proves that I'm insane

You may be right
I may be crazy
But it just may be a lunatic you're looking for
Turn out the light
Don't try to save me
You may be wrong for all I know
But you may be right

Remember how I found you you there
Alone in your electric chair
I told you dirty jokes until you smiled
You were lonely for a man
I said take me as I am
'Cause you might enjoy some madness for a while
Now think of all the years you tried to
Find someone to satisfy you
I might be as crazy as you say
If I'm crazy then it's true
That it's all because of you
And you wouldn't want me any other way

You may be right
I may be crazy
But it just may be a lunatic you're looking for
It's too late to fight
It's too late to change me
You may be wrong for all I know
But you may be right
You may be right
I may be crazy
But it just may be a lunatic you're looking for
Turn out the light
Don't try to save me
You may be wrong for all I know
But you may be right
You may be wrong but you may be right
You may be wrong but you may be right

Meet Review 1

At risk of falling further behind in NaNo, here's the results of today's meet:

- I dropped three seconds in the 200 IM
- I added a second in the 100 fly, but I still beat any time I had before this year
- I swam on the B relay for the 200 free relay and I didn't do so well
- I swam on the A relay for the 400 free relay and didn't do as well as I am capable of doing.

The end.

Highlights

Today in a nutshell:

This morning my mom started calling me Suzetti Spaghetti. That was odd. In retaliation I sang Puff the Magic Dragon and got it stuck in her head. I am so evil.

Blue Thunder no longer thunders. He didn't pass inspection, so we had to give him a muffler that works. Now he is Stealth Blue Thunder.

I swam a total of eight miles today. Count them: one, two, three, four, five, six, seven, and yes, eight miles. And I benched a lot. And tomorrow I have a swim meet. I am so intelligent.

So, with intelligent evilness, I plow through NaNoWriMo. Progress is at approximately half speed. Sad.