Yay!!!!!!!!! Just wanted to post that I've got 15,000 words so far for NaNoWriMo, after writing 5010 words today, in just over 3 hours. Yay! *runs around in circles, then gets back to writing like a mad mule*
Erm... don't ask about the mule thing. *grins*
Annnnnnnnnnnnddd.. I am 2083 words ahead of my enemy, Kaykin. *glares at evil enemy* Muahahaha.
It's NaNoWriMo already! *grins madly* What? NATIONAL NOVEL WRITING MONTH of course! For writers who need a push to get started writing, or just encouragement to keep going when it gets tough, NaNo is the BEST! It ROCKS man!
National Novel Writing Month is a fun, seat-of-your-pants approach to novel writing. Participants begin writing November 1. The goal is to write a 175-page (50,000-word) novel by midnight, November 30.
Valuing enthusiasm and perseverance over talent and craft, NaNoWriMo is a novel-writing program for everyone who has thought fleetingly about writing a novel but has been scared away by the time and effort involved.
Because of the limited writing window, the ONLY thing that matters in NaNoWriMo is output. It's all about quantity, not quality. The kamikaze approach forces you to lower your expectations, take risks, and write on the fly.
Hmm.. I haven't posted anything on here for quite a while. There's sorta stuff to write but sorta not, and some stuff that I'd LIKE to post but I'm not going to because I still don't trust people not to read this. *glares*
Well, I 'won' two Distinctions for two comps at school (maths and science) which were both held over half a year ago but they only know got 'round to giving us our results back, which always happens and which pisses me off. They also don't give us back our tests, and since they give them out the next year as practice ones (where people can look over the previous tests to see what type of questions there are) I think it's unfair that we don't get ours back to see what we did wrong. /end rant.
Hmm.. well, last night was the yearly social for my year level.. but I didn't go. I dunno, I just didn't really want to go. Well, I sorta did, but not enough to remember to go ask for a permission form and find 10 bucks to pay for it. Last year I was looking forward to this years one, but now that's it's come and gone I didn't really crae. Hmm.. interesting, but odd. Oh well.
Not that much interesting happening... (Well, there is, but I'm not going to write it here and send it as a public journal entry. I've learnt my lesson.) Hmm, again.
Annoymous letters and the people who write them really piss me off. That is all.
So, I'm out at school, even though I didn't want to be, and the girls at school read every single entry I have here as soon as I send it, and hi there bitches!, but anyway...
I want to get me a rainbow.. uh.. something. Bracelet, maybe. Something. Since we have a stupid uniform I can't wear my rainbow belt, or my other clothes that are partly rainbow. Yeah. So, a bracelet, or a necklace pendant, or something, so they can see that the bloody rumours they're spreading about me are all probably true, and I am queer, although not gay, being as I'm bi, but yeah.. Might as well be myself openly and obviously than just through what they say. GLBT'S RULE, DAMMIT!
Long lost words whisper slowly to me
Still can't find what keeps me here
When all this time I've been so hollow inside
I know you're still there
Watching me Wanting me
I can feel you pull me down
Fearing you Loving you
I won't let you pull me down
Hunting you I can smell you - Alive
Your heart pounding in my head
Watching me Wanting me
I can feel you pull me down
Oh hi, you found me bitches. Glad you have so much of a life that you have to spen dyour free time gossiping about mine. Least I have one, is how I look at it.
You want the lowdown? I don't give a stuff what you say about me, or who stops being my friend. You don't like me how I am, I don't care, it's your problem. You're the discriminatory one, and if you don't know the word, look it up in the dictionary. Your word for the day. Maybe you'll learn something, for a change.
Happy joy, bitches.
A long time ago I used to cut nightly. Or maybe it wasn't such a long time ago, it just feels like it. In fact, it was less than 6 or 8 months. It seems like years. Looking back, I can't even understand what was my own mind, so twisted and confused it was.
Let me tell you all a little story. It began several weeks ago- the full backstory is in my earlier journals. But in brief, my year level at school found out I'm queer by searching up my name on the internet. Yes.
Then, the other day (maybe 3 days ago now...) I was called up in front of them at a year level assembly to be given a certificate for a competition I entered. It was only a participation certificate, but I got a small cheer. Neither of the other two girls got that. And I'm the one people have been avoiding and whispering about and poiting at and watching. I came to the conclusion that some of the girls don't hate me, in fact, I'm hoping they might even like me. *shrugs*
I found it odd that today I looked at the recent journals and saw one labelled 'Fear', because that has been something on my mind for a while now. Not in the sense Trying to Laugh meant it, the fear of coming out to people, but another kind of fear. It's probably just as common, but just as scary, maybe even more so, because it's difficult to pin down and explain. Maybe it isn't that common actually... I'm not sure...
Hi.. again. I'm not new here. My name is really Wolverine, and I'm starting this new account because 'friends' at school found it, and I really didn't want them to read what I had written there, so I deleted it.
Now the entire year level of 150 girls at a predjudiced, conservative catholic girls school know that I'm queer. They don't realise I like guys as well- they just assume I'm a full-on lesbian. But their bitchiness has completely turned me off girls for now, so knowing my luck I'll find a guy to obsess over. Actualy, I hope I will. They may gossip more than ever, but at least I'll have some point to my life. I don't have much of one at the moment.