Just When I Thought It Was Over

So, most of the day I'm pretty pleased (other than realizing I'm spiraling into a irritable depressive state again) and I go through my classes like I should. Well, as much as I could considering my brain was already on Thanksgiving break and eating pans of stuffing.

But today I've also come to realize I have a lot more work to do this week than I thought possible. And I don't want to do any of it.

But since I'm also determined to try and enjoy myself for once, tomorrow I'm just going to hunker down and get as much work done as possible. It's sad that when everyone actually wants to talk to me (and even look at me!) it's when I have to blow them off for work. Such is life, I guess. Any other time I'd be as lonely as a male polar bear in the Arctic...and probably just as cold...in my soul.

Fountain Pen Fill-Up

After many days of debating whether to wait for Christmas for ink, or buying it myself, I ran to Staples and bought myself a bottle of Parker Quink ink. I filled up my fine nib pen, and LET ME TELL YOU(!!!) that fountain pens are the MOST amazing writing utensils that have ever existed.

That is all; I have so much more crap to do.

THANK GOODNESS Thanksgiving Break starts Wednesday. I'm so SICK of the pressure!

The Last DeCanters

So, all of a sudden, I was alone at home and I needed to bust out the typewriter. Of course, I only get about four pages written in over 5 hours of alone time. Why is this? I don't know. Seems like I like to sit and stare at the blank page. Either way, I figured I'd let you guys in on my new shiny novel! Yay! Inspired by watching The Innocents (on youtube, about halfway through, then proceeding to buy it on ebay) I have my own little Victorian story. Set around the early 1800's (I can't pick a date that I like the fashions well enough! Late Regency is lovely though [1811ish]) I also can't decide if I want to use a Victorian vocabulary or not, so I'm switching slowly between pages. I must say, not having to worry about a word count and just writing for the hell of it feels so much better to me. Of course, literary abandon is fun too.

I'm rambling. But yea, here are the basics: Early 1800's, set in England. That's pretty much all you need to know for the first page. Click to make bigger.
As you can see, I fail horribly at keeping the page straight. It doesn't matter what I do, it never stays straight! Oh well.

Even MOAR Shame

Yup. This is it. I quit. I throw in the towel. I give up. It's over. NaNo just isn't working for me right now. I'm so busy with near-the-end-of-the-semester work (aka sh*t) that I just can't devote enough time to even try and get up to 50k words. And I have a vague feeling next year won't be any better, but of course, I'll still try.

I actually haven't written anything other than those lovely 1,500 words almost two weeks ago. I feel so ashamed. But all my free time is filled with research papers, analytical papers, reading logs, books, club activities (I'm on staff for the campus lit journal also), bread baking (cause I need to relax somehow) and sleep. Yes, eating doesn't even make the list. College must come first I guess.

Anyway, I think I might pass on the proof copy too (cause why bother when you have a typewriter?) but I might just cheat anyways because I'm selfish. Morality for free proof copies is nonexistent in my book. I'm hoping I'd be able to write something for it between semesters, and finish it up before the deadline (don't you get like...6 months or something?) if I bother.

How're you guys doing?

I Am Ashamed

No typewriter for me. I don't have the TIME. I do not have the time to bang out a few pages, scan them in with OCR, find paper to type on, find space for my typewriter, learn to type faster, ANYTHING. Oh woe is me. And here I am, sitting at this horrid computer screen writing literary analysis(es) and trying to plug away at my NaNo goal which I am SO behind on. Curse you November! Why must you make my life HELL!? Why must ever professor put me into a work coma when it's not even finals! Why do I have to write a 10 page paper on a book I haven't read by the end of the semester? Why am I here whining about it when I should be working?

This is fun.

Zhenjuea-6 Fountain Pen

My pen came in the mail! My pen. Came in. The mail! Imagine my excitement: I've been waiting for this pen since Sept 16th, practically hounding my mom every mail day with "Did my pen come yet? Is my pen here? Where is it?!" I know she's sick of me, and yet I called her when I found it, too excited for words other than "my pen's here!" I ripped the packaging to shreds, threw open the decorative gift box and stared at my precious. It's even more beautiful in person! I couldn't bring myself to touch it. And then i dropped it. Really? I dropped it! Why yes, it's rolling around on the floor! I dropped it!

I almost died.

But the pen's fine. It's glossy, cool to the touch, and really heavy! I wasn't expecting so much weight just in the cap, but it's almost perfectly balanced when I put it on the end to pretend to write. The key word here is pretend. There is no ink in my pen. A minor setback, surely. I made a trip to Michael's to see if there was anything (without money, darnit), and there was a wall-full of "calligraphy inks". Fun stuff. Then there was Higgins "black ink", which I found funny considering it had no markings on the box about what it was specified for.

So I run over to Staples and make myself almost late for class, finding one (ONE!) bottle of Parker Quink black ink. For $10. I don't have $10 dollars! But when I do find some money, that bottle of ink is MINE! Hopefully no one around here likes fountain pens as much as I do, or I'm going to have to beat someone up. I don't want to, but I will if I have to. (Watch your backs yo!) I officially have another addiction.

Anyway, that was my excitement for today. Now I have to continue reading House of Mirth for class, and kill Mr. Speegle's will to live (maybe).

It's almost Fall Break!

Oh, I forgot a picture. (I was thinking that I needed to take one, but I have a stock photo too; stupid dead camera)

Dear Strikethru

I am thoroughly impressed with Silent Type. I must say, you have done an amazing thing. It's so beautiful that there are no words for me to sat to describe how happy I was to find it in the mail. Congratulations on your wonderful journal! And everyone who participated, congratulations too! Amazing stuff. I have to go read it now.