If you still aren't awake, cold water on your face.
5:30 - 6:00 - Work out plot
Consult plot arc, charrie development, etc.
6:00 - 11:00 - Write
Turn off editing eye, just write.
11:00-12:00 - Rest time
12:00 - 2:00 - Write some more.
And the rest of my day consists of a BBQ and a baseball game. If all goes according to plan, I should have a decent start. ...Am I taking this too seriously? I don't think so, but that may be becasue I'm demented. Oh well.
I'm tweaking the rules a little bit. I'm working on Insomniac, but I consider it okay because this is just to force me to write. I won't take prizes unless I write 50000 + 6647 that I've already written. I think this will be good for me, though, since my "Getting It Done" goal is to finish Insomniac by summer's end. And, with this as a tool, I think I'm closer than before. And, with the help of my writing friend (who goes by her pseudonym, Phoenix Monroe) embarking on this journey as well (and tweaking the rules too), I can give you an 85% chance that I'll succeed.
You guys have watched my video for "Almight Monster", correct? Well, if you haven't, go watch it now and then read this post. I'll even wait for you.
So now you're all caught up and stuff. So, we can begin!
My friend Hannah was probably one of the first :and only: ones to watch the video and comment on it :by the way, comments make me happier than a bird with a french fry, so continue to comment, please:. Then, not only did she comment, but she liked it and faved it :I believe - I still need to figure out YouTube:. AND, not only that, but she sent the link to a friend of her's in New Mexico who is studying writing at a college there, who, in turn, showed it to her poetry class! How awesome is that?! I was so shocked I told Hannah to tell her friend that I loved her. I'm not kidding. I love :almost: everyone anyway, so why not tell them?
Also, my friend Macy and I are heading out to do some photography this afternoon around downtown and in the villages. We were texting each other about it, and I suggested the villages "for culture". And she says, "Yay! Culture!" And I say, "What culture?" And she says, "I dunno." And I say, "The corny kind." And we laughed at my pathetic joke :or, LOLed, rather:.
I posted the very short amount of my short story Engraved (which I will talk about in an upcoming vlog) on Figment. And, after a mere thirteen hours online, it received a heart and a comment that said, "Very mysterious and compelling. Can't wait to read more!" I feel so loved. ♥
Also, I have been drooling over these epic headphones for the past few hours. I wonder if they make Green Day ones...?
I have no idea what to talk about. I'm still extremely happy for no reason whatsoever. I think that if this lasts any longer I may become :drumroll: an optimist! :gasp: I know. But I have a feeling an extreme low is going to follow this. It just happens. That's life.
Right now, I'm sitting with the sun streaming through the window (at 7:30, no less) and my cell phone blaring music ("Blue Lips" by Regina Spektor). I'm in my pajamas and my mum and sister are upstairs doing whatever mums and sisters do. My other sister is at Youth Group. When they come down, we're going to eat dessert (I'll prolly just eat some more watermelon) and watch our recorded America's Got Talent/The Voice/Platinum Hit. The only semi-bad things going on at all are the facts that my skin is peeling (ew..) and I'm tired from being with screaming kids at the zoo today. But maybe while I'm waiting I can get some more Insomniac written. :)
Oh, and I'm thinking of changing the blog name to "Keep It Ugly". I like it a lot. Not because I have low self-esteem or anything, I just like the fact that it's kind of like owning yourself and crap. But maybe not. Maybe I'll use it for a story or something..? If I did, I have no idea what the plot would be. Ideas? :cough: Haley? Macy? :cough:
There we go. My summer is now complete. Red - on my chest, shoulders, neck, face, and half of my right leg (which, quite frankly, I don't get). And, oddly enough, I love it. I love sunburn, but I know that it's waaaaay bad for my skin so I use sunscreen. But today, I guess it didn't work? I dunno...
You know how earlier I was ranting about having to babysit a bunch of 5-8 year olds this summer? And then, later, how I got out of it? Well, I'm back in it. For three weeks. Starting tomorrow. Needless to say, I'm not that happy right now.
The reasons are as follows:
I "sat around" for the last few days. That is untrue and, frankly, demeaning to my lifestyle. I do not "sit around" and "be lazy". Yes, last summer I did practice the "sitting around routine" but that was because I was uncomfortable in such a new, much bigger place and did not know anyone. Now, I know that I could have met people, but I'm not exactly a social butterfly. This summer (that has only just begun, I might add), however, I did not just sit around. I painted a mural on my bedroom wall and rearranged my room by myself. I moved furniture by myself. I worked hard by myself. And what rewards do I get for my three days of self-expression, God-awful heat, and sweat? None. I get punishment. I don't get to work on my writing or my photography or any more creativity. I am sentenced to a summer of tending to scraped knees and whining.
I am on the computer "too much". That's horrible to say. It's half-true, though. I am on the computer a lot, but I'm not always on Facebook or Flickr or whatever. I work on my writing and upload and edit my photography and do not "waste my time". Oh, of course I am on social networking sites, but that is when I get my terrible bouts of Writer's Block. I set limits for myself. I will not get on Facebook until I write to *insert length here*. I know how to do that stuff. I know that Facebook is not helping me get anything done. I know how to get things done. I write, just not at an extremely fast pace - not because I'm goofing off, but because I am trying to get everything to sound good so that I don't have to edit more than I should. I like to process everything before I put it on the page. It's the way I am. I'm sorry, but that's how it is and how it will be. Go ahead and deactivate my account, maybe it'll help, but I do get stuff done, contrary to popular belief, it's just... not fast.
I got a C+ in Gym. Now, this one doesn't bother me as much as my parents. The way I see it is that it's Gym, I everyone hates Gym, Gym is stupid and embarrassing, and I have the freedom to think so. Sports are not my forte. I stink at every sport known to mankind. I have tried, in the past, to succeed at these things, but after so many let-downs, self-esteem lowerings, and soul-crushing ridicule (well, not exactly soul-crushing, but it was harsher than need be) I just got sick of the same thing over and over and I didn't like it anyway and no one person can be talented in every single field, so I'm just... not. I'm trying, I am, but apparently trying isn't enough for Senor Teacherguy. I am an introverted writer, so get used to it.
I need to get an "additude adjustment". This one's bad. This paragraph will be long. I apologize in advance. I AM A TEENAGER. TEENAGERS GO THROUGH THIS. NO ONE IS IMMUNE TO TEENAGE REBELLION. IT IS EVERYWHERE. EVERYWHERE. I need to express myself, my beliefs, my individuality, and I can't do that without disagreeing with people. It's how I am. It's how my mother is (sorry for throwing you under the bus, Mom, but I believe it's your gene). I leave nothing unsaid, nothing undone. My opinion will not be buried because you don't like it. I will voice it, because it is mine and I am entitled to it. I will not swallow anyone else's opinions if I don't think that they are correct to me. I will listen, but if I don't like it, it's not mine and don't expect me to advertise it. Expect me to counter it. Expect me to share my side of things. Do not expect me to be happy with your opinion. By the way, if we didn't have diverse opinions, where would music be? Or art? Or any form of self-expression, for that matter? Where would I be? I'd be eating math textbooks, wearing what people tell me to, listening and adopting peoples' opinions, and, being silent and taking everyone's crap. That is not me and that's because the additude I posess is my own and I will have it and get punished accordingly. I'm sorry if this sounds awfully huffy, but that's how I see it.
...and I'm still going to do it with this being my only complaint until it's over. I swear.
Fine! Be like that, you stupid machine! DON'T upload my video! See if I care!
My computer's being mean to me and not uploading my vlog. I tried it twice and gave it five hours. FIVE. That's insane, isn't it? Oh well. I guess we're just going to have to beg for YouTube... stay tuned!
Basically, I was just talking about my stories and summarizing and explaining the genesis of the idea. I was also interrupted by family members... twice. And, if it would upload, you would get to meet my kitty, Pickle.
My poor camera thinks it didn't do its job, that poor Nikon Coolpix L120... It's okay, you did what you were supposed to. Don't worry little camera...
We'll get this sorted out and I WILL have a vlog on here before July!
This is my new favorite singer from The Voice... except she got eliminated. I still like her. Her name is Rebecca Loebe. She and the guy that made it through (Devon Barley) sang a great duet and I love it so much I thought I'd share it with you because maybe you don't watch The Voice.