WOOO

I just played the doctor who google doodle game AND WON. HAPPY NEW YEAR'S EAVE. NO IDEA HOW TO SPELL THAT, AND THE END. EAT PIE.

MMMHMM.

Well, today I sanded a lot. And had tea. And will have tea. I will always tea. 

My hair is in my face, right in the middle. And it only reaches the top of my nose. HAPPINESS.

HOLY MOTHER OF FAT. I TOOK A SELFIE. 

It ain't so lame though.

The quiff of awesomeness.

I AM NOW LIBERATED FROM KERATIN.

OH YEAH. HAIRCUT TIME.

It's pretty epic. MY HAIR IS ALL SOFT AND BRISTLY IN THE BACK XD Makes me happy. Probably donated about 12 inches on average. Quite a lot of hair.
Well, I'm tired, good night, the end. I'll do something interesting tomorrow, maybe. STAY TUNED...

Well, that was two days and I no longer really care. Now I have more to life than posting words on the internet, or lying about when I did it man. I do whatever I want- Only a slave to my inspiration and insanity now. Just hope I can get to sleep without screaming tonight.

Well, today I started to make some eyes. Because that's what I do. I don't know why, but a sence of fear has come over me, like something is behind me. Staring at me, but I think I'll ignore that until it makes the room go dark. Only speculation, but I have to be aware of my neck.
Maybe I should have some tea. Tea is good. Maybe that's my problem. Or the weather, or something in my brain truly is rotting away because really- Nothing is wrong. Ignoring that, everything is fine and dandy. Unfortunately you can't excape your own brain's reality. It's like you get trapped on a different plane for a while, terrifying and senseless, just to bring up all the mistakes in what appears to be the real world. And then you start to think you've hurt people, killed people- But it's not true yet it is, transformed into a monster and you can't excape.
It went away after an hour last night, couldn't bear going in my bed so I sat on the floor, singing a song by the who. Then I ate a banana and had a dream about something terribly dull. Dull is sweeter than terror, now I know. But the feeling of being bored brings on more than it should...
I don't want to go to sleep. I'm sad, lonely and afraid and I don't know why.
And I keep on seeing people behind me, clothed in dark things.
I realised today that I didn't want everything that I ever wished for to be true, because I don't want to die.
I just don't want to go to sleep in the dark. That's all I ask for right now.
And I don't want them to kill me.

123456POKEMON.

Yeah. Just a sneak preview of my new line of stickers. The sketch that has adorned my computer for the past two weeks has finally made it to the digital world.
I got an Oscar Wilde action figure today. It was quite the euphoric expirience.

And look what we have here. FANTASTIC, ISN'T IT? I have most of the body done for the first stage- Knee joints, elbow joints, shoulder joints, torso joint and all that. All that's missing is the hip joints and the hands and feet, and then the head. Pretty good for a couple of weeks- Way easier than they made it out to be XD

Well that's all, peace and love, war is over if you want it, and that's all there is for today. Good night.
 I may get my mop chopped off tomorrow. That will be enjoyable.

Younger than your mom.

Pie, pie, fat pie fat pie pie, pie, fat pie fat pie pie, pie, pie pie. 

War is over, if you want it.

Just think about the butter consumed every single day.

Well, I have most of the parts of the ball jointed doll sculpted functionably. Quite fantastic. Can't string it well anymore though- Need a longer needle. Well, good day, PEACE AND LOVE, And that is all.
Eat pie for me.

Skinny cat... FAT CAT. Skinny cat... FAT CAT.

Well, had a lot of eggnog. And stuff.
And my computer is running out of battery.
CREAM CHEESE AND PIE.
I must have SOEMTHING to put here. Think it's my 1200th post, too XD

MAGIC RABITS.

I see the color orange, and rasperry voices. Pools of turquoise and oddities, like what you saw in the papers last week. It could of been last year, you could of even been imagining it. I don't know- You're doing it. Right now. All I see is black and white, letters upon letters upon letters, all jumping and jumping and jumping, as if they were striving to drive me mad with their bare sounds and voices. I don't know why they'd do it. They just do. Bright and dark, black and white, all around and everywhere. Haunting tones, echoing vision. I see echoes. All around, all echoes clouding up the current view of vision. And sounds feel cold right now, or cold sounds like that. I'm not sure, but everything sounds and tastes like plastic. 

Look, I'm going to name this post something different.

Last night I had a dream about erasing championships. A team of children had made it to the erasing nationals, being the best at erasing things from paper, and it was apperantly a big deal. And now I'm tired.

WELL.

I have my upper arm joints all figured out- Now just have to perfect the shoulders.
YEAH. Once the hard part's all done, I'll make it look good. I'll make it look EXCELENT.
And that is all, for now. 

AND THE PROGRESS KEEPS ON A'ROLLIN'.

Well, I started the ball joint making today- I have a mold for the shoulder joints out of polymer clay, attatched temporary joints to the upper arms and managed to make them work with the shoulders. That is progress. AND THE INTERNET SAID THIS WOULD BE HARD... They obviously havn't tried rooting hair into clay. 

Now I just have to find my pieces I set on my desk somewhere... BLIMEY, I NEED TO SORT IT ALL OUT.

WHOOPS.

I drank stuff. Caffenated stuff. And the printer isn't working. And my tounge hurts.
SECRET TUNNEL, SECRET TUNNEL
THROUGH THE MOUNTAINS!
SECRET SECRET SECRET SECRET TUNNEL!
YEAH.

WOOO YEAH.

I made progress today. Well, I feel like I did. I have all the cores for the limbs and torso. That makes ten pieces for my ball jointed SCULPTURE (sculpture preserves my dignity. But yes, essentially a souped up doll). He'll be beutiful XD
Now I just need to do the joints (Which may take a LONG TIME), six for the arms (wrists, elbows and shoulders), the joint connecting the upper and lower torsos, six for the legs (hips, knees and ankles), and the neck to head joint, which will be probably far after. That is fourteen joints. And I have to do the head, of coarse, but I'm making at least two (At this point one based on Matt Smith and one on David Bowie XD Then, maybe a George Harrison. That would be fun making the little guitars.)
Yeah, so if I sell them, might only get to selling the heads, I'd have three models of heads based on that plan there- Smith, Bowie and Harrison. Could name them differently, with notes on who they're based on. Don't think I'll face copyright issues since it'll be extremely few castings XD
I'll take artistic lisence, change 'em up to my liking. Loosely based.
HOLY FACE I FORGOT TO FINISH MY TEA- I'll just post the pictures of my pieces so far:

Here's the upper torso and an old unfinished head above it. And my messed up mop of hair XD

YEAH. More pieces, the upper and lower torso and AN UPPER ARM.

Lower torso, upper and lower LEG.
That's some hard core sculpting there XD
(Easiest stuff I've done, starting to really make me scared- If this is easy, something is going to have to be as hard as keeping a cat from a box)

A MI ME GUSTA.

I watched the 8th doctor. On my list of favorite doctors.
Been sanding the cores of the limbs for my future ball jointed doll. He'll be awesome. Or they. I'll probably be making multiple.
This picture is my friend. 

YAYYY!

I'm watching frosty the snowman. It's happy.
ANYWAYS. I did have something to say.
The night before last I had a dream about The Who. Pete Townshend ordered a lot of food. And that is all.

Fan.

I am cold and silent.
When I was a child, I was never told of my own existence.
Makes me sad... In a sweet way, like chocolate, the color purple and long eyelashes.
In the days of old, that I've been so facinated about,
I could be a fellon.
But that's alright, things change.

I get my words mixed up.
I keep things in my pockets. I like cold metal, when it's warm out.
I'm a dandy head case. 

MY GOODNESS.

Well, I made the cores for my future BJD. It was pretty cool, man. I thought it would be hard, then it was easy, then it was hard, then it was easy, then it was hard AGAIN. Yet then it was easy. Once I sand them, they will form the limbs. Then I have to do the body. It will be interesting.
Now, by cores, I mean most of the mass of it. I just made the basic shapes, and now I will sand them down and then proceed to add to them. Making details, lengthening, adding joints and the like. That will take a fat amount of time. I basically just made a piece of the armature. But this will be FUN. I won't have to root the hair into the clay head, like I did once XD Donatello still needs his hair trimmed. That may be daunting. But anyways, I must of done something else today. I had an interesting dream, but I forgot it. I need to sleep. I had food today and bought a bandana. And I am now 5505 days old.

I FEEL ALIVE.

Well, good day or result of feeding a fire, call it what you will.
I'm happy. Very much so.
Events, faces, places, sounds, thoughts and chemicals. With all those odd sensations inbetween, and what-ifs. I'm a dreamer again. I feel like I have climbed out of a pit to a large vat of orange juice- hot air, cool liquid, buckets of paint and the sound of The Kinks sailing through the air, leisurely.
I don't know. I havn't drawn in a while, and I just did a twenty minuet sketch. It made me happy. I am very happy. Thinking about today- My it was ordinary, but good. It was good. My eyes are watering, and it is good.
That is why you never starve a fire. Feed it more. And more.
And get a good job to pay for it all.

Anyways, I did draw a 20 minuet sketch, and it looks good. That hasn't happened in a very long time.

 Mod-esque fashion.
I finally cut a few of the hairs off of the back of my head, the ones that kept on sticking out because they were the wrong length. Sounds brutal now, condemming the diverse, yet it makes me happy. If I get condemmed, I can condemm my hair. I spell condemm how I want.

I also finally watched the 50th aniversary of DOCTOR WHO. IT WAS FANTASTIC. And Tom Baker was there at the end. That was fantastic. I, for the first time in my life, am caught up with Doctor Who. Now I have to wait until christmas. Which isn't too far off XD
I think I'll go drink some orange juice. And see where I go from there.

Good luck world, HERE I AM REBORN.

So, I have regained my old edge and vigor. That's always nice XD I was at a loss for the last few weeks, lacking an outlet for my artistic expression, forced to sit and wait in a box while I did endless pages of homework XD Could be worse. But I'm happy now. I fit, or at least I will until I really consider it.
I'm a head case. And that is all.

Jimmy was just a small town girl, 

Decided to go to the theater

She learned about hate, and an unfailing love

And decided she wanted to meet her 

So she packed her bags, and cut her hair

Stepped out the door and Jimmy was born

And there was the end of his troubles.

NNNAY!

Well, I still have things to do but I can't brain anymore. I'll just wait a while.
Hour later, and I still can't XD But I did find this.

The story of my life.
My cat has chub.

"Life begins at forty."

YEAH. AGAIN.

It's late, I'm tired- So here's an Oscar Wilde quote:
"A gentleman is one who never hurts one's feelings unintentionally."

I GOT THE SAVESDHDAY OF THE SEVENTH OF EIGHTY NINE OF YOUR FACE DIE.D

wELL, Everything stretched as we ran acrross the streets, but only I did. Theyd don't know what you whfeas ds asdfueh asdhf ad did you take out the man? They see you when you sleeping, unlike that wans your wmwoanf shdiflsie and then i at e icecream. there you go ien aas soeiru a s d d aefheb b asf FAT CAT and isheof afew Fat Fat Fat Fat there goes m y fingerse and its fhat cats playing. YAYYYY. aodayf fbe reaseis to mlllit siesih. I got faces on my elbows. One dosn't like you, but it's just a catfish with eyelashes. That's all that maters and my eyes arnt nice and adi can't se. I don't lsikes the yottf asdfaht I can't slthhe type on the eeeeeeasfawdhf aI like fasht e as dsafj hs corny shoes are illegal unlike your two fruits in front of you. I've found FINLAND!

HOW MANY TOMATOES CAN YOU SEE?

WHAT DID I USED TO POUR INTO THIS BLOG? I CANNOT RECALL IT. I havn't been able to do much. that is all

MAN, THAT IS A

Well, there you go, have five years to spare
I Don't Know. I must write something. Something interesting.
"Hello, who is this?" Yyttensio spoke into the entry door, hoping despratly that it wasn't another person with a pencil and a book in their hands. He had an event to go to.
"It's the Vallepti." The voice from behind the door said, causing a grin to spread across Yyttensio's face.
"Which one?"
"The only one in this town."
"Good enough." He opened the door to an old friend, adorned with the strange attire he seemed to have aquired over a life time. A vibrant lifetime, one of a dancer. "QuiSian, haven't seen you in days. What-"
"I've been busy with TilMade. Nothing too interesting. Now, what's going on in the life of YytTien?" He raised his eyebrows, as if faced with an interesting matter.
"Well, I've been trying to figure out the new radio signal reciever- I've been getting clearer results from Ullenii, but nothing too interesting yet."
"Good, good! That's fantastic."
Fantastic. Then, for seemingly no reason at all, my heart sunk.
It was a word from Ullennii's English, incooporated into our language from the Starman. I loved the Starman, don't get me wrong- Yet QuiSian had really loved him.
It was an ugly thing to be jealous of a dead man. So very ugly. Ugly enough to be called a Reiduni, yet it was if I couldn't help it.
He found an Acrylleptan who worked with Ullennii's communication. The facts about me were all he seemed to need.
"Now, what about imaging? How are the satellites?" He asked.
"Not any thing new since you last asked, but I have gotten quite some improvement on the medical devices I've been developing-"
"Well, that's nice." He nodded, putting on a smile. "You know, I was just going down to the west side of town. Nearly sunset, wondering if you might want to go."
"Did you ever want to go to Ullennii?" I asked.
"What?"
"Did you ever want to go, as the Starman?"
"No, no, YyTien." He laughed softly, "I'm not cut out for that- Couldn't even spot it through a telescope. You know that."
"Yes... Then why are you so interested in the technology we've been developing?"
"Well... I never said I wasn't interested in Ullenni, or the position and ideas of the Starman for that matter." He paused, taking out a Likanoi stem from his pocket and sucking on it's powdered insides. "You know that. Everyone knows that. I knew him, better than anyone else did. Lived in my house, with TilMade. I'm a logicless idealist, as he would say. He's one too-"
"Was. He's dead."
"We don't know that for certain-"
"The craft exploded, burned up- And the humans didn't even find it's remains. The Starman is dead." I folded my arms. "And that means Donatello is too."
"Alright, so you say he's dead. Alright. And it has nothing to do with the west side of town."
"I'M TIRED OF WRITING.

OW.

Well, I'm tired yet again. There you go.

MEH IT GOT LATE.

WELL, NOTHING TO SAY. I'M COLD. THERE YOU GO.

THAT AWKWARD MOMENT WHEN YOU HAVE ACCOMPLISHED NOTHING.

My eyes are burning, AND I DON'T KNOW WHY....
Well, day after NaNoWriMo. YEAH. AND I'M SICK. And lightheaded. And keep on wasting time. THAT'S ALL XD

OH MY HOLY FREAKISH GWAKEMOLEY.

I JUST WON. SO MUCH. I WON NANOWRIMO! YEAH! And I ended on chapter 64- A VERY HAPPY ENDING FOR IT! Donatello just finally got through the darkest time in the novel, and met QUISIAN, FOR THE FIRST TIME IN TWELVE YEARS!!!! Yeah, it's really happy. I'm just going to paste my last few words.

I held my breath, ringing the doorbell- immediatly wishing I haddn’t. Anything could happen. I could be considdered a criminal, and there could be a stranger behind that door that knew the fact very well.

I waited, feeling dizzy- Should I run for it? The house was silent- when the sound of footstepps on creaking wood rang out- Sounding louder than screaming in my ears.

There was muttering behind the door, as it swung open.

I opened my eyes wide as they started to water, seeing who opened the door.

A familiar man, now grown- Yet so familiar just the same.

“Who would wake me up at-” He stood there, then stopped, frozen in shock. We stared at eachother, when he started crying, tears pouring down his face. He took me in his arms, holding me as tight as he could.

That's 141 words out of my 50594 FOR THE MONTH! (Well, in three weeks of the month, EVEN BETTER!) ONE TOTAL WIN GRANTED TO ME.

MAGIC PIES

I can hardly hear my keyboard. MY EARS HAVE PROBLEMS TODAY. And I have no tub. But that's alright. I'll have to sleep now XD

APPLE BROUGHT BACK THE SPINNING RAINBOW BEACH BALL OF DEATH WITH OSX MAVERICKS! SO HAPPY.

Well, today I had fried fish, something I havn't had in almost three years. IT WAS WEIRD.
But fantastic, just the same.
I'm trying to ignore the fact that it once was a sentient life form XD FRIED IN OIL. LIKE A BOSS. 

YEAH, GOT A LOT OF WORDS TODAYS

So, got words. Only fourthouzand and seven hundred and seventy nine LEFT. OH YEAH. 

GLITTERBOMB FTW.

Well, my cat is being a fat. That's all I can say.
Well, yeah. CONGRATULATIONS.
IS MAYONAISE AN INSTRUMENT?

THAT ISN'T TOO BAD...

I'm at around 85% of my NaNoWriMo, at 70% of the days. YAY XD
I'll probably be at 90% tomorrow, and'll have 8 days to finish off the last 5000. I've done that in nearly a day before. YEAH. Well, that's it, PEACE AND LOVE, PEACE AND LOVE, AND THE FIFTH BEATLE SHOULD BE ON MY PORCH TOMORROW. Well, not Brian himself, sadly XD But the awesome book I've been waiting almost a year for.

Mama, I've just killed a man...

Well, here's the last words I wrote:

“Hari!” I looked around the corner, seeing Hari standing still, staring right at me. “Hari, what’s wrong?” I saw the figure in the mars suit run up again, as Hari tried to run forward, gasping for air- When a shot rang out.

I stood frozen, watching Hari fall to the ground, as the back of his white shirt was quickly turning crimson.

I screamed.
See, you HAVE TO READ IT NOW XD I'm at 40131 words now! 80% MAN. I FEEL SO EMPOWERED- Except for the fact that Donatello's going to nearly explode with devistation. That's alright, though. Characters have to be beaten up like that sometimes- Make him really good. But poor Hari... Not quite sure what to do with his final hour... How mushy will I make this? I don't want it to be- But it's probably going to happen XD NEED FEELING, DRAMA.
It wouldn't of really worked out for them, though, to be honest. The sad part is, it never even started XD
And there goes a perfectly charming, nice, nerdy, fantastic character.
I FEEL SO ACCOMPLISHED =D

YEAH.

I've only got 12,046 words left. That's 37,954 done. Today was great. I read somewhere that if the plot was slow, someone should threaten someone with a gun. That happened- Fitting right into the story line. GROOVY.
I have about 76% done.
In 63% of the time. Should be just getting into 30000 words, but NO- I AM A SUPERWRITER. I owe it all to Chubber, my honey sticks, my tea, the sticky note on my wall saying "I WILL BE A WRITER. I WILL WRITE BOOKS" and the picture of John Lennon next to it.
And the fact that I have to have it done, or else I'll not have a grade for the project I replaced it with.
YEAH. AND IT'S GOING FANTASTIC.
Hari will probably get shot tomorrow, might die the next day.
AND HOW FITTING- That's the day the fifth beatle will come in the mail! XD
Hari is somehow similar to Brian Epstein. Well, now that I think of it, they're really similar. It'll get me over the loss XD
Now for taking a shower. 

I'm hungry.

YEAH. I'M EVEN MORE HUNGRY NOW. I'll get foods.
Wrote JUST ENOUGH words today. GOT LAZY XD Don't know why those last few hundred were so hard.
WELL, GOT TO SLEEP. SLEEP IS GOOD.
AND I AM NOW 5481 DAYS OLD!
AND THE FIFTH BEATLE IS COMING OUT TOMORROW!
Now just have to wait for it to ship XD

REMIND ME NEVER TO WATCH YOUTUBE. IT NEVER ENDS WELL XD SUCKS ME IN IT'S BLACK HOLE OF LOST TIME AND DEATH XD

Need jasmine tea now. Calmes the nerves. And some curry chocolate.
I'm sounding like Hari XD
Poor Hari. His end is drawing near.
WELL, GOT 4257 WORDS FOR TODAY! New record. Not too bad, if I can say so myself. Killed off a character today, thinking back it seems like I did it days ago. I'm at 67% of the words, in 57% of the time. GROOVY XD I WIN.

MY BIRTHDAY PRESANT TO MYSELF IS SLEEP- WITH A STRUGGLE TO GET A HIGHER WORD COUNT LATER.

So, I only 1456 today. Sad, but okay. I'LL WORK ON IT ALOT TOMORROW XD So have a fat chunk of it. Happy birthday.

“Where do you think is the best place to attatch the teathers?”

“Anywhere- We’re far enough from the ledge.” I said.

“We should- We’re already going against regulations.”

“Alright, I’ll tie them off.” I took the ends of three teathers, attatching one to my belt. I looked around in the mess of orange, searching for anything that could keep them in place. I could tie them off around here… It’s too cold to be wandering around to find something better. I felt around the wall, finding a place large enough for two of the teathers. “Right. Only two…” I looked back at the others, then at my own teather. Who gets left out?

I sighed, looking back at the two. I could connect both of theirs… But I’m the one having to walk over here. One of them goes. I turned the teathers around in my hand, color coded as if to detour me from a random decision.

“Not me… Not Janine… Not Holzmann…” I looked down at my hands, now getting cold. “Holzmann will have to do.” I connected the other two, then looked around for a place for Holzmann’s.  “Here’s something.” I found a loop on the wall- Not quite as sturdy as the one for the other two, but it would work well enough. Wouldn’t it?

I decided I wasn’t going to walk any further, latching it on and brushing off my hands.

I walked back, then crouched down to inspect the damage.

“You connected them all?”

“Yeah, found a place just over there.”

“Alright. Here’s part of the cable to the generator.” He said, as I started to wrap it up, repairing what had ripped before. My mind started to wander, as I thoughtlessly wrapped up the cable. What would they think if they knew what I was? I’ll have to tell someone, eventually. What would Darrell think? I shifted my knees, trying to stop my feet from falling asleep. What about Hari? What about me- When could I return? Should I? Could I?

My hand slipped, falling over- grabbing desprately onto the farthest piece of the teather I could reach, pulling myself back up.

“Are you alright?” Janine asked, as I nodded.

“Yeah- Yeah.” I nodded, inhaling deeply through my nose. Thunder boomed above, though no light could penetrate the darkness of the clouds of dust above.

“There’s more fraying down here- I’ll try and get it fixed.” Holzmann said, carefully moving back.

“Carefull- That’s a bit far.” Janine said, looking up from the cables. The dirt was getting thicker- Everything getting darker and thicker, as I thought I could smell it’s earthy smell- Feeling it scratch my bare face and burn my squinting eyes.

“Have you got it?” I shouted.

“Almost. Then I think I’ll move over there again.” He said, straining to make his voice not sound as if he was trembling.

“Maybe you should head this way- Just in case.” I bit my lip, starting to feel naucious.

“He’s fine in case anything happens, teathered to the wall.”

“I know- But just in case.”

“I’m fine Taylor!” He shouted back, laughing. “Wind’s getting stronger, but don’t worry, I-”

We heard the sound of metal creaking from behind us, as something whipped me hard in the back- leaving a throbbing sting. I fell over on my side, desprately grasping at anything- Finally reaching a piece of my teather. I listened, as I still heard the sound of a struggle in the distance. Holzmann screamed, as metal creaked more.

“Help- I can’t hold on!”

“Holzmann- We’re comming!” Janine said, as I squinted at the sight of Holzmann’s vague figure- Just hanging on to the ledge in front of him- Body being pulled the other way to the point that it was horizontal in mid air. I got up in the storm, running against it, then slid to reach out to Holzmann- The teather stopping me three feet short of reaching him. “No- I can’t reach- Reach further!”

“I can’t- Help me!” He cried, hanging on desprately with his fingertips- One hand pulled off.

“Holzmann! Just reach out to me!” I screamed over the wind, as his other hand disapeared, his body disapearing into the thick fog of dirt- A sickly red, as if the whole plannet had been soaked in blood.

RIGHT

Distractions are 

I ate choclolate covered raisins. The nerd of the halloween candy.

Well, I've gotten 55% through my NaNoWriMo wordcount. GROOVY. Tomorrow I'm aiming for 60- BIRTHDAY PRESENT FOR ME XD I can never spell without spellcheck after writing for so long. And my cat is really fat. And I'm thirsty. And tommorrow's my birthday. AND I HAVE HAIR.

YEAH. HONEY STICKS AND FAT CATS.

TODAY I GOT PAST HALF WAY FOR NANOWRIMO. WOO.
Now just for the other half XD 

943 AWAY FROM HALFWAY.

Tomorrow I'll be over 50% done with my NaNoWriMo writing. Ahead of schedule- I think I'll probably be 55% through, in 47% of the time. YEAH.
My cat is making really strange noises. Sounds like a groaning old guy. It's a bit odd, but at least it's happy.
YAY WORDS. Pretty much halfway now. Happy fun time. The fifth beatle is comming out in six days, even more happy fun time. And my birthday is in three days- Happy fun time happy fun time. And I get to miss most of school tomorrow- If only I had the workload of a sixth grader, that could also be a definite happy fun time. At least I won't have to do with obnoxious freshman. That one guy should be failing the class by now, just for being there XD
AND I AM NOW 5476 DAYS OLD- Now to try and write that many words in a day XD YUS.

BIG FAT MEGA CAT

WHY DO I WAIST MY TIME? Yeah, the vaccum of youtube. Well, I did get a generous amount of words in today, not too bad. Wish I had tea, though. That's about it.
WOO. SO PRUDUCTIVE. HAVE A PICTURE OF MY CHUBBY CAT FRIEND.

EH, JUST TAKE MY WORD FOR IT- I TRIED XD

Well, that's it for  today, I've got to get some sleep. HERE'S THE CLOSURE FOR MY DAY XD

I'm a stiff-jointed plasticman

Well, last night I watched those familiar raindrops drip down the opaque white window, only letting down small glints of light through it's porcelain faces. I felt sorry for it, since all it could do was wait for the sun to come out. It was sad, yet nothing sad compared to itself. It had no feeling, a vast nothingness leaving you feeling sorry for it. I did for a while, sitting down in a cool blue chair, feeling the static courcing through the minds of the millions. They all wanted everything served to them on a stick, dancing about like puppeteers. I didn't belive them, But I was stuck, wasted, holding my foot in my hand while talking to my wall. I lived that existence, until the boats in the blue melted away, until the numbers printed upon their eyes gave way to more nothingness, blackness, their blank expressions sucking in all matter like a black hole. They don't understand. They may never understand. I'm a stiff-jointed plastic man, jerking about while the millions pull on strings. I ain't getting out of here, just counting all the rings that ripple from the crouds. Jimmy and judy lost their faces, left in a locked classroom while the vaccum of pure energy sucked all that was left. No one knows what happened in that universe, because the multiverse just left it behind, reproducing new ones like some kind of rabid object of lust and feelingless, fleeting while life gets poured into countless stars with no reason. No one knows why, but are ignorant enough to try and figure it out. Everything seems the same lime green to some people, but some really can't take a world like that. A world of beuty and irony, pointing to where it all began- But where are we now? Stuck- underneath a lamppost, biding our time. I was stuck there- Guns behind every shadow I was sure, while I was all alone in the world. Umbrellas passed me by, with the same deep blue lipstick on my brain. Each and every time. Leaving little marks in my head and in my pride. Someone would call me something else, and it would all be said and done. That's how the world works, thrashing the limbs of the people about like some sort of millions of puppeteers. All you are left with is the rest of your life, and it's too large and deep to view at the same time.

I'm ready.

Sometimes, you get so lonely, and I've lived all over the world... Share my life, be my wife

Well, wrote 2300 words today, on the dot, and that's about it.
Terribly sorrowful right now, though bouncing off the walls that I am... For once, I'm not afraid of growing up. I'll be something, just live in a apartment with a partner and a couple cats. That's alright.
But everyone's not quite there. I'm tired, and my head isn't upright. Should go to sleep, but distractions are imminent. I don't want to sleep- It's a cold deception. I don't dwell upon the stuff of myths and legends, and I'm terribly lonely- But in a sweet way. Rather be lonely now than before.
Makes me want to cut and straighten my hair, and slick it all back. Wear a mustard suit with a striped yellow tie. Smile with a sad smirk in the cold, at someone with green eyes and a cute pixie cut.
Maybe I'm hungry. Should get to sleep.

I'M A MAN OF THE LAND

Well, I have stuff and things. I JUST WROTE SOME WORDS. YAY DARRELL- I like Darrell even more now. YAY. I'm really tired, and that's pretty much it. NOVEL EXERPT TIME:

“Got to get going then.” I pushed myself through the hallways, still bright and the outside still dark like any time of day. I was sure to be quiet- Hard to make noise in the ship anyways.

“You made it, Starman.”

“My- That was a bit startling.” I turned to her, while she handed me a flashlight.

“Lights should go out in five minuets- Then we’ll only have the dim ones. Ready?”

“Sure.”

“Have to make sure who ever recieved those instructions dosn’t know where we are, so we’ll have to move slowly and carefully. It’s all the way on the other end.”

“Let’s get started then.” I said, as she pushed off the handles in front of me. “Almost 29 more days. Been waiting for this.”

“We all have- Can’t wait until I get my own room, own equipment, start a normal life again- Well, as normal as it can be. It’s all been like a long plane ride- With a hell of a view.”

“I never thought I’d miss gravity- I just wish I could fall off a ledge right now, fall on my face and skin my nose- And stay there until I got up. That would make my day.”

“They’d think we’re mad on Earth.”

“That’s because we’re Martians. Beutiful, intelegent, androgynous martians.” I said, catching a glimpse of a window. Same old stars, same stars both our ancestors had seen for millions, billions of years- No matter how far they had been apart, they were the same stars.

“Exactly. And they can’t do a damn thing about it.” She laughed, opening the next door. I caught up with her, seeing her smile lit by the dimming lights above.

“Earthlings.” I shook my head jokingly, looking back up at her eyes. They were green- Green like an apple tree in summer, or a green flavored lolipop. Green was very much a flavor, accenting both the exotic and the lazy. Giving life to boring landscapes.

I wandered behind her for a moment, trying to keep up. She was still faster than me, even when weakened from lack of sustanence.

“What do you think of them, now that you’re out of it all? You know, them on Earth?”

“I think… I think they’re absolutely and hopelessly mad.” She laughed, “Going around, working their lives away and killing for pieces of paper. Sure, we wouldn’t be up here without millions of those papers- But we don’t really need them anymore. Realise- They don’t really pay us, but I’m just alright with that. I don’t want their money. Other than that- They’re awfully dull, don’t you think? Don’t know what it’s like to live day to day in a tin can.”

“Terribly dull.” I nodded, catching another glimpse out the window, then back at her- I was catching up a bit. I smiled. “Now, what do you think of me?”

THIS DOSN'T EXIST.

So quit looking at it.

My hand was assaulted today.

I am EXTREMELY TIRED, AND MY HEAD HURTS. AND I'M TIRED. AND I GOT LESS THAN 200 WORDS, BUT WILL DO MORE TOMORROW XD SO TIRED.

I just wrote 3143 words today. I promptly rewarded myself with a stick of cinnimon flavoried honey and watching a Weird Al vidiew. I really can't spell any more XD

YEAH. BEAT THAT. EAT IT. 11300 WORDS IN FIVE DAYS. I'M NOT JUST SPECIAL- I'M A RED SPECIAL. I'm pretty proud of that word count- And I killed another character =D That's always fun XD I needed another one to die after Hari's miraculous recovery from an explosion in space. Well, he'll die from being shot later. My poor Hari. But Darrell lives, at least I'm pretty sure. She's strong. She'll make it. And Donatello's the martian protagonist, so he's not going anywhere XD I cant belive I expected to fit all of that writing for today in one chapter. Well, it is like 13 pages of a novel, but MY CHAPTERS ARE SHORT. I have enough writing for 46 novel pages right now, IN 5 DAYS. YEAH.

I just got distracted. A lot. XD

Well, I did have finish a LONG chapter, one that will most likely be chopped up into little pieces and rearaged and given a liposuction, and part of one that should be shorter and/or better.
But I did write some martian flashback stuff. But I think it'll be more entertaining when he dosn't have the maturity of a teenager.
It'll be interesting writing for QuiSian as an adult. I still havn't figured out if he'll change or not.
ANYWAYS, I didn't work too much on the next chapter (where someone DEDED) because I got distracted by another bloke with curly hair. This time it was Weird Al.
STORY OF MY LIFE.

I need to make a list of these guys.

Jimmy Page, Bob Dylan, Brian May, Tom Baker, Robert Plant, George the permed Harrison, ETC.
There's plenty more, but I need to take a shower. This curly haired bloke has chemicals known to the state of California to cause cancer imbedded under fingernails.

WHOA- I DON'T HAVE ANY IN MY NOVEL. WHY IS THERE NO ONE WITH CURLY HAIR IN MY NOVEL? Well, Steve. But Steve doesn't count.

YEAH! Got some good writing in, but when trying to get my 2000 a day in I got kind of tired... QUALITY LIKED TO DWINDLE OFF.

Dwindle. That's a fun word. Writing today was good, wrote this GREAT chapter with Hari, made him my favorite character of the day, but Darrell's really growing on me, quite a handsome character I created for dear Donatello. I knew he'd start falling for her eventually- That means that I am, too XD But sadly, I still can't really feel Kuini, his old "friend" from mars. I think I need to tone parts of him down a bit, make him more of a rounded character. Maybe he's a bit too whiny for me, I don't know. But Hari- HE'S AWESOME. Just saved the team from a fire, nearly sacrificing his own life. Donatello was there though, got him out, and then Darrell got Donatello out- Next chapter, they were sitting there waiting for him to come around. They talked for a bit, and she sent him to go to sleep after being so tired. Then it goes to him falling asleep and having a dream about right before he left for Earth, QuiSian comming through the window. I don't know if I should cut out him nearly mocking trylipanianu, because I'm a bit attatched to TilMade. I really want to write her XD But I have Darrell to foucus on now. I definatly think she's better than QuiSian- But QuiSian could be fun to write. Now he's just being annoying. Probably because I'm tired. AND THAT'S IT- 2128 words today. CONGRATULATIONS, AND THE END.

DOS DE OCTUBRE, SECUNDI DE OCTOBRIS

Yeah, SECOND NANOWRIMO DAY, Got around 2000 words done. Could of done more, but I was pretty distracted today XD But it's still going well. I'LL GIVE YOU AN EXCERPT:
“How are the mashed potatoes holding up this month?” Quinn asked, calling attention to my food instead of the matter at hand.

“Good, actually. Much better than the scrambled eggs.” I shoveled another weightless spoonful into my mouth. “The real question is, how’s the ship going to hold up?”

“We just had another blast last night, and there’s still a bit of turbulence out there. Not really my feild, but I’d say it’ll take a while to get the repairs done.”

“And in the mean time, they’ll see I left my post when we give the reports.” Hari sighed, inbetween sips of tea.

“I was the one who fell asleep- Who cares what Earth thinks. We won’t be seeing all that again.” I wouldn’t be pushed around for what I couldn’t help anymore, like an actual hero- Education could get you anywhere. I picked up a shining packet of butter, squeezing some in the potatoes. The opaque yellow substance glistened in the bright lights. I was starting to miss the sunlight, growing tired of vitamin supplements.

“I’m just afraid of who did this- and why it was done.” Hari said in a hushed tone, “Same kind of thing happened to Himura… Can’t be just a coincidence.”

“Quiet- You don’t want to be next, they could be watching us.”

“I’ve been suspecting such for a while. There’s no way the man would let us free without someone watching our backs. That would be too idealistic.” Quinn said under his breath, reaching for another condiment. “You’ll know when the people running this program come up with an excuse for it. You saw the evidence- And that’s it.”

“You three just sitting around, talking?” Barbara Patton came up, placing her hands on the table, causing Hari to retreat to taking up less space out of instinct.

“Yeah- Should we be doing anything else?” Quinn pushed his long hair back, with a self-satisfied grin. No one pushed around Dr. Davies without one of those.

“Well, for one you could try working on the solution to this- Expecially you two- You were involved more than us.” She pointed her finger at me and Hari, fingernail coated in a dark cool red, clashing loudly with the orange uniform.

“Hey- What happened happened- I was the one who repaired the systems, with the help of Janine- And Darrell and I convinced Bennett to take over- On a route that Hari found, saving your life. And what did you do?” I jutted out my chin, trying to mimic Quinn’s cool expression.

“That’s besides the point- I didn’t cause it.”

“They didn’t cause it- They may have noticed the problem a little later than what would of been best, but they certainly didn’t cause it.” Darrell said, comming up from behind us.

“So you admit their faults.” Patton said, causing me to scoff.

“People make mistakes. I’m sure you have plenty of times.” She raised her eyebrows and her voice, biting her chapped lip.

“That, Leonard-Mailer, was unnececsary.”

“Right. You’re being entirely necessary right now.”

“We don’t get funded for bickering- Patton, we’ve got a problem in-”

“Glenn, I was just discussing how Bhattacharyya and Taylor were the ones most involved in this problem, and maybe they should be responsible for fixing this mess.” McKinney came in behind Glenn, as others decided to soon follow.

“We don’t know if anyone should be blamed for this. They may have been irresponsible-”

“Rules do say not to leave your post at that level of alert. He should of known that.” Alisha Munson said from behind, and Hari rolled his eyes.

“I was well aware of that. I was trying to find out why the computer was slowing down- I thought Steve might know who was slowing it down. It was probably one of the cables breaking.”

“But Taylor was there.”

“I was- But I fell asleep…”

“Listen to that- He admits to it.” Patton said, and Darrell shook her head.

“He was working a lot of hours that night- Suprised he was still up to doing repairs on the filters.”

“You’d think he’d realise when the whole thing shut down. You’d think-” Patton was interrupted, something I was hoping for- but from another source. The red warning lights had come on, a ear-splitting alarm sounding.

“What is that- Anyone see a monitor?” I shouted over them, looking around.

“They’re all showing error messages- Can’t get passed it!” Steve shouted, looking around. We all started to rush out of the room, to see what the trouble was, steve leading the way.

“I think I’ve got one that works- Fire!” He shouted, just before a deafening explosion shook the ship.

I haven't used Hari's last name in a long time XD HARISHCHANDRA BHATTACHARYYA- MAN, WISH I HAD A NAME LIKE THAT.

FIRST DAY OF NANOWRIMO :D

I got 2214 words today in 116 minuets. NEARLY EFFORTLESSLY. Easier than I thought XD My previous calculations had me at only 10 words per minuet for writing, which was frightening- But I've found that it's really around 19 =D YUSH. I WILL WIN THIS. I CAN DO THIS =D =D =D
I AM SO HAPPY RIGHT NOW. OH YEAH. DAVID BOWIE. 1976. TVC15. YEAH. Starman is beutiful right now. Chapters 11 and 12 are nicely done. With very little effort, and now I shall sleep, after some water. OH YES.

Today, so far there has been 2,281,653 words written for NaNoWriMo today. I WROTE ROUGHLY .1% OF THOSE WORDS =D
The picture has nothing to do with that.

YAY FREDDIE DAY

TOMORROW IS NANOWRIMO, AND TODAY IS HALLOWEEN. AND THIS IS MY FACE.
Yeah, wish I could be freddie every day. It's pretty awesome.

And David Bowie's up to his old tricks again. I think by the time he actually goes on tour, he'll be a figure of legend. Regarded as a myth. He's releasing four new songs, and there's a new music video. OH YEAH.
He's still got the weird in him, hasn't burnt out. And hasn't gotten too weird in a bad way like Yoko Ono XD

IS IT AN ASTEROID OR A METEOR SHOWER???

Well, I have outlines up to chapter 30, and I'll call it good- I want to see the character development when I write it. DAY AFTER TOMORROW IS NANOWRIMO! =D
OH AND I'VE GOT A KITTEN =D IT MAKES CHUBBER LOOK EVEN MORE BULKY

PICTURE OF SEXY. I'm sure he's quite proud of that outfit. 

YEAH- I GOT CHAPTERS.

My fat friend is on a cushion. The world just got beautiful
again.
YEAH.
it's my bestie.
NANOWRIMO IN TWO DAYS.
OH YEAH. OUTLINE TIME.

Take a long ride on my motor bike, 'till I'm ready- Ready Freddie- Crazy little thing called love

I've gotten 1825 words today- But not of Starman. It was for school, and the first half was grueling XD I like it now though, wrote most of it today, a bit before. Short story, done. Probably should of put more detail in the middle, but it's only a first draft. Most of it was procrastination XD But there you go- And I already studied my spanish. SHAZAM. Now I get to pet a fat cat.

YEAH PLOT OUTLINES

So, I've gotten 8 chapter outlines now, feeling pretty good. Easier than I thought it would be, that's for sure- And the plot is probably 10x better than it would of been! I don't know why I haven't done this sooner. I think I have enough for at least a week, more or less. And vegan chicken cup of noodle is really weird. Not salty. I'm thinking of just getting rid of some excessive characters- Never referenced to Greene until he died XD FAILURE. I'll make him sound extra human though, in his chapter of life and death. And I still have my original protagonist, antagonist and sidekick as when I first imagined a story like this! Donatello, Darrell and Clinton. Not in that order, though.
I still havn't had Darrell explain her name. And Donatello was supposed to say something too, but I don't even know what that was. He's not going to reveal the secret of his neck until way further. THE SECRET OF THE NECK XD Not sure what he did to get past the physicals as a Martian. Lots of stage makeup, made his neck fatter XD I wonder if he'd start to go numb in his neck area, though. Sadly there are no humanoid martians with large feathery plumage to ask in my area. Chapter 19: Donatello feels awful and guilty. I hope I remember tomorrow that that's not the whole summary for the chapter XD Well, PEACE AND LOVE, PEACE AND LOVE, AND I AM 5300 DAYS OLD IN MARTIAN DAYS!!! =D (That would be about 8 martian years)

PSHYEAH

I have a something. I forgot why I started that sentence, so I had then ended it. So tired. I took out my contacts before doing this, SO IT'S HARD TO READ. Have to put my face against it.
That was odd.
Well, goodnight, and eat your broccoli.

READY FREDDIE

I was Freddie today, and it was FANTASTIC.

Looked way better in person XD Didn't get anywhere near my word count today, but I wasn't really trying. Will do more over the weekend- AND I'M HUNGRY XD
AND I AM NOW 5457 DAYS OLD

THE LETTER OF THE WORD

Well, today I didn't do much... And have nothing to say XD That's how it goes...
I FORGOT TO POST THIS AN HOUR AGO XD

Let's got to their wedding and throw MASHED POTATOES at them

I'm trying to get faster at writing again. I can write fast, just not in a story. It's hard XD maybe I need more action, then I could edit it. YESH INDEED. Then I need to add blog. I'll just put some on here.

“That wasn’t so bad. Admit it. I did a pretty fine job.” With folded arms I gave Darrel a smug look, as she stared at a display screen. She turned around nodding.

“Not half bad. Now you’ve just got to do a fine job in replacing the air filters.”

“Me again? I thought I just did it.”

“And it needs to be done again, you’re pretty good at it.”

“Dosn’t mean I like it.” I pushed off the handle, looking on the display screen. “Which ones?”

“Filter five, six, nine, fifteen and twenty.” She read, the reflection of the map sitting on the surface of her glasses.

“Ah. Looks like Hari’s in one of those rooms. Got some company then.”

“He’s been doing better now, hasn’t he- since Himura…”

“Yeah, yeah he has been. Doing better than what I would- and I’m guessing you’ve got something better to do than to help me out?”

“Got some work to do. Going to have to bear it without me.”

“That’s a shame.” I opened the next door. “I’ll be leaving, then.” I waved with two fingers, then pulled myself through. There wern’t any windows in this room, which was a releif. It was kidn of like being in the middle of a long boat ride, and all you can see is the sea and a grey sky. Sure, it was the cosmos, but it was the same view every day except for the Earth slowly shrinking, just to remind you that you wern’t going back.

I wasn’t going back. Was I? I could be a professional at going between the two plannets, like no one should at all. Defying logic, though I wasn’t entirely sure I’d make it through this flight. I did miss home. That’s where I was from, and I had people there. Lots of people- years worth of people. Haddn’t seen them for twelve Earth years, though I was technically in my late thirties, not early twenties. I looked the part, didn’t I? After the thinking and wandering, I mindlessly opened the next door. Hari was still in there, messing with the hook that was teathering him to the machine.

“Taylor- replacing the air filter?”

“Yeah, I’m playing maitnence man today.”

“Good, I was starting to almost smell those filters. Would of replaced them myself, but I’m pretty busy at the moment.” Hari jestured to his current situation: a computer with various graphs on it. It looked a bit grueling, but to him it must of been satisfying.

“Well, I’ll just be replacing these filters in here. Don’t blame me if we get a bunch of dust in here.”

“Wouldn’t do that. Those filters can be unpredictable. I tried replacing them once- Ended up with a face full of the debris, eyes all red… Didn’t let me do it again after that!” He chuckled, as the room filled with the sound of his keystrokes. “Ahh… I was getting a bit lonely in here. I’ve been in here for about… Oh,  four hours now, no fun talking to myself.”

“Well, that’s why I’m here, living entertainment.” Who ever had replaced the cap to the filter before me had screwed it on tight, causing me to have to strain to make it budge.