Oh, hell

The main reason for the title is that I've got a major itch that needs scratching, and no one to scratch it. I'm sure most of my guy friends would be all too happy to oblige, but then things would be weird and also they're all kind of far too socially awkward to get that far. Besides, in my neverending cycle of preferring either guys or girls a bit more, I'm not exactly jonesing to drive stick at the moment, if you get my drift. I blame Eliza Dushku. Anyway, I'm probably just going to have to sit it out, which sucks, because I know too many good-looking straight girls for my own sanity.

On the upside, today was a snow day. Okay, more like a freezing rain day. During which it didn't rain once. But the yellow buses were cancelled, and even though I take a city bus I still decided to stay home. It's not like anything interesting happens, anyway. And most of my friends weren't there, so I would've been bored out of my skull. I made good use of the time, though. Failed at recording "This Lullaby" because my brother took both capos to school, tried to record just vocals on "Let It Be" but didn't quite get it down pat. I got some interesting (if slightly profane) bloopers out of it, though.

And I was bored, so I went a little overboard on the labels...man, one day I'm gonna go to stick a really weird one in and see that I've already used it before. I think I'll die laughing.

A while ago, my mom brought up the government and how she thinks the coalition will toss Harper the first chance they get and an election will be called. I don't really care anymore, I mean, it's all gone to shit anyway, and people who don't know what they're talking about have made it out to be worse than it is, and ended up making it worse than it is. But what caught my attention was how she said "screw it, I'll just go out and vote for Harper".

She sees a logical choice: she doesn't want the liberals to win, the NDP don't have a chance, and another minority government would only screw itself over again. I see her going out of her way to support the man who stands against everything I stand for. He's anti-gay, and even though he hasn't brought it into the House of Commons since he first brought the issue up, it's still his personal stance and I'm still personally against that. And then there's the fact that "ordinary people don't care about the arts". He spawned God only knows how many message board comments of "he's right, artists should stop whining and get real jobs".

But my mom never really got how much I hate his guts. He's one of the last people I want in charge of the country. It doesn't help that she's just holding a grudge against the liberals for no reason, either. Their main problem was Dion, and he's out of the picture now. She doesn't know anything about their new guy and doesn't care enough to try to find anything out.

It hurts that she just doesn't seem to care.

You learn something new every day...

Or in today's case, two new things:

1) Playing guitar naked makes it twice as fun.

2) DON'T play guitar naked in the middle of winter. Muscle spasms totally ruin said fun.

...that is all.

Back?

I don't really have much in the way of interesting to post, but it's been a while, so I figured I would.

So one of my friends has been "planning" (something she's really bad at) an "XBox soiree" (a term she insists on using) and has finally managed to set it for Thursday. It'll be me, her, my best friend who I'm in love with but she's straight, and a couple other friends. We're going to watch Almost Famous because it's an awesome movie and she's never seen it (something I've decided is a cardinal sin), and then we'll play XBox until our eyes and hands mutiny and our bodies decide to devolve into something without opposable thumbs.

In other news, I just found out that I need to include a synopsis of my novel in my cover letter. Fun. Hopefully I'll get that done tomorrow. And just as a heads up, if I actually manage to get signed by this agent and get published, I am going to freak right out. There will be an uncharacteristic amount of hugging.

Speaking of hugging, cute friend-of-friend girl I go to school with got all excited because on the last day of school she "got a hug from the un-huggable person". Now I just have to cross my fingers and hope she's not straight.

And as you'll probably be able to tell, I'd forgotten how much I love post labels.

Today was...weird

I can't think of any other way to describe it. Everyone seemed a little off today (even me, probably). Hopefully tomorrow'll be back to normal. Because tomorrow I get to give out Christmas presents! Huzzah.

I spent half the day square dancing ><. The caller guy is at my school for the gym classes and any class can go down too, and two of my teachers decided it'd be a good idea. The first time I ended up with some freshman who was in gym class, but it was nice that he actually knew what he was doing (whereas I had no clue what I was doing...). And the second time was fun, because there were actually interesting people there. But my partner kept running off to put stuff away/get stuff. It was actually kind of fun to watch him sprint back across the gym to get back before we had to do something.

Time to go decorate the Christmas tree!

C’est étrange...

J’ai lu un comment sur le site de NaNo qui m’a mis en colère, mais le comment n’est pas importante. J’ai commencé à penser en Français, et je peut pas cesser. Quoi, suis-je Québecoise? (C’est une blague. Ce n’est pas drôle, mais c’est une blague.)

Mon Français est terrible (si vous ne le pas connaissez déjà), donc j’ai besoin d’un solution. Comment puis-je recommencer à penser en Anglais?

Taber-fucking-nac

Start the clock...

(autosave posted late due to IE freezing)

I have until June 1st to write a novel, start to finish, editing and everything, if I want to get a free proof copy of it from CreateSpace. I've got a plot and some characters and I started on the draft today, and I'm hoping I'll get it ready in time. In the meantime, I've amassed photos of people who look like my mental images of my main characters. Be warned: there are 7 models on DeviantART who are practically being stalked. You just may be one of them. I have anywhere from 2 to six photos of each character.