It is SO cold already. There was snow on the ground when I came home from work! It's still October.... Is it obvious that I am thoroughly unprepared for winter? I really dislike being cold.
Moving on however, it is very nearly November. November, is quite literally, just around the corner. Of course, this means one very important thing, and that it that NANOWRIMO is nearly here. I have made attempts at NANOWRIMO over the past few years. Not once have I successfully, or even NEARLY successfully completed it but each year I tell myself "this is the year, I'm going to finish".
If figure, eventually, this goal will blossom into an actuality. Until then I would like to announce that I once more plan on attempting to complete NANOWRIMO. You guys, this is the year! I don't really have any idea yet as to what I want to write, but the intention to write is there...
In addition, I would like to announce that I will be blogging EVERY DAY in November. Several months ago I was searching the interwebs looking for new blogging ideas/prompts, and I came across a 30 day Harry Potter blogging challenge that looked like fun. So, since there are 30 days in November, I've decided that November is the month that I will complete this challenge. Plus, it's a good source of accountability. Not only can I complete the challenge, but I can also update my NANOWRIMO progress so that this year I just might stay on track.
It's going to be a busy, crazy month, and I wouldn't have it any other way.
I'll talk to you soon.
Showing posts with label Crazy. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Crazy. Show all posts
Saturday, October 29, 2011
Thursday, May 28, 2009
Craptastic
In the process of trying to get my computer to register that the optical drive really does exist, I managed to uninstall my mouse. Intelligent move, I know. On the bright side I did manage to re-install the mouse by using a wireless mouse to re-install it.
On the not so bright side this means that this post is late and therefore going to be complete rubbish. Ah well, that is the way the ball bounces I suppose.
I need to make this one hundred words. A moment ago I only had about eighty-two. Now I have one-hundred and I am off to sleep. I’m sorry this post is crap, I’ll try to do better tomorrow.
On the not so bright side this means that this post is late and therefore going to be complete rubbish. Ah well, that is the way the ball bounces I suppose.
I need to make this one hundred words. A moment ago I only had about eighty-two. Now I have one-hundred and I am off to sleep. I’m sorry this post is crap, I’ll try to do better tomorrow.
Monday, March 09, 2009
Hating Shakespeare
For some reason at the beginning of the semester I thought taking a Shakespeare class would be a good idea. I have no idea what my rationale for this decision was, but yeah I was wrong. Not only is it driving me crazy because obviously it’s all Shakespeare all the time, but it’s also on online course.
This week is “midterm” week, at least as far as that class is concern. This means that I have this crazy worksheet to do based on the three plays that we have read so far, and it’s driving me up the wall. Essentially the whole thing is turning into a scavenger hunt through the three plays to find specific quotes so that I can expound on them.
Not only do I get that lovely craziness, but I also have to write a paper. I still haven’t figured out precisely what my topic is going to be, and I’ve agreed to go to work tomorrow. All of this is due Friday and like a moron I’ve promised away large portions of my free-time.
Why is it I only over-think things when it is completely unnecessary, but when it would do me some good to ponder my answer before I speak I choose to impulsive?
This week is “midterm” week, at least as far as that class is concern. This means that I have this crazy worksheet to do based on the three plays that we have read so far, and it’s driving me up the wall. Essentially the whole thing is turning into a scavenger hunt through the three plays to find specific quotes so that I can expound on them.
Not only do I get that lovely craziness, but I also have to write a paper. I still haven’t figured out precisely what my topic is going to be, and I’ve agreed to go to work tomorrow. All of this is due Friday and like a moron I’ve promised away large portions of my free-time.
Why is it I only over-think things when it is completely unnecessary, but when it would do me some good to ponder my answer before I speak I choose to impulsive?
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