Occasionally I Get Addicted To Twitter

And Netflix, and YouTube, and Tumblr, and Gmail, and...well, no, not Facebook. Facebook is kind of meh. I have much more fascinating places to go.

And things to write.

Because, let's face it, I've got a lot of co-writing to catch up on -- but I'm caught up in homework, which is almost good enough to be a consolation prize. No? Oh, okay. I'll go write now.

A Great Relief

Guys, I did it! I needed 6,667 words to be caught up in NaNo tonight, and I got 6,673 words! That's six more words than I actually needed!

(I did the math on the calculator. I see your mathy-judgy eyes mocking my math skills.)

It's a great relief to be caught up. Naptime!

Cheerleader

I'm three days behind on my novel, and I'm starting to get downtrodden about it. I'm also behind on about two weeks worth of music theory homework (which, at this point, I'm almost ready to just give it up, fail the class, and drop out of college. That's how much I hate this class).

Now taking applications for a NaNo cheerleader.

The Killing Type

Two days behind, and what am I doing? Blogging. And getting ready to go to the store to get some milk so that I can make cornbread tomorrow. It's been weeks since I've had Sunday dinner, and I'm missing it BIG time.

I've been in hard core writer's block all morning. I'm hoping getting out and walking will help my brain decide what to write. After I finish writing/work/music homework, I might treat myself to watching THE BLIND SIDE. Or maybe I'll go see BIELZY AND GOTTFRIED (the fantastically amazing play that my college is putting on) again, dragging fellow NaNo-er and best write-in neighbor Brick.

(Is that her real name? No. But since when have I actually used real names here?)

Last night Brick came over and we had ourselves a nice little write-in, and she showed me a song by Amanda Palmer (wife of Neil Gaiman, one of my heroes) called THE KILLING TYPE. I hadn't realized until that moment just what the main character was like until I heard this song, because this song was someone talking to my main character, and it was revelatory. This is going to be a very interesting story, because it's going to be my main character's story about the other character. Kind of a mix between THE PERKS OF BEING A WALLFLOWER and THIRTEEN REASONS WHY.

Maybe before I make this comparison, I should actually finish reading THE PERKS OF BEING A WALLFLOWER.

I've Gone Crazy

Nope, really, I have.

On top of a full load of classes (which I can't even keep up with now), two jobs (in which I am VERY behind), and the buddings of an active social life, I have decided to do Nano. No, not the iPod. The National Novel Writing Month.

Heaven help me.

Clan

Guys, I have a social life!

No, no, really, this is a real-life social life, not me hanging with my roommates on Sunday nights watching GILMORE GIRLS. This is a I-spend-every-weekend-over-at-their-apartment-and-most-weekdays-too social life. It's a group of five of us, loathing at least one of our roommates, and living in Wintry Collegetown together, bemoaning our fate of snow and lack of romantic relationships. And we call ourselves the Clan (a title of my own making, might I add).

Here's my Clan:
Me
Peaches
J
Jossy
Guada

We're very much shipped with each other. Life is good.

If You Had The Chance To Change Your [insert fate here], Would Ya?

Here's a quick lineup of my roommates:
Me (Sassy)
Peaches (my favorite)
Skittles (you met her two posts ago)
Sunshine

About a week and two days ago I took my roommates (plus two members of my Clan) and we went to go see BRAVE for Sunshine's birthday. Now, I had already seen BRAVE over the summer with my mother and most of my younger siblings.

I hadn't liked it.

I don't know why; it was so bland to me. But watching it this second time, I fell in love with it. I'm not going to compare it to TANGLED, because everyone does and I really don't think they're in the same ball park, but it was very good. Extremely good. So good that there is a possibility that I might buy it when it comes out (which I still haven't done for TANGLED. Oops).

Sunshine had a good time, Peaches and I learned to love the movie (she had seen it before and hadn't cared for it, either), and I got popcorn. The dollar theater here in Collegetown is rather amazing.

Snow White And The Huntsman, Pt. 2

This movie made absolutely no sense. WHY DO I LIKE IT.

It must be because it's pretty.

Snow White And The Huntsman, Pt. 1

Roommate (Skittles) and I went to Walmart to get SNOW WHITE AND THE HUNTSMAN and to eat Subway. It turned out that it was Customer Appreciation Day, and so we got two subs for the price of one. They were amazing, to say the least. We carried them home, and when we got home, I handed Skittles the wrong sub and so she took a gaping bite of mine. She gave me a gaping bite of hers in return.

I've heard that SNOW WHITE is not the best of movies, but I want to watch it anyway. Almost a kind of morbid fascination with terrible movies, I guess. And I want to see the creepy evil queen. Of creep. And evil.

I'll post my verdict here post-movie.

I Love Movies

Guys, I have a lot of movies. And when I say 'a lot', it's more like...

200.

200 movies, guys. And with this next paycheck, I'm going to be getting more (JAMES AND THE GIANT PEACH, I'm looking at you).

This means wonderful weekends with roommates. I love this.

Brains....

And the return of Zombie Apricot has commenced!

First, let me explain. During the summer (you know, the summer that I was a part-time worker and working about 40 hours a week?) I would come home, change out of my uniform, and plop down on the couch watching CHOPPED and eating whatever my parents* had saved me for dinner. Mother affectionately dubbed me "Zombie". Well, all right, it was less affection some days than utter frustration that I never did my dishes.

(We've already established that dishes are not my strong point)

And it was true. After working for so long during the day, I would come home and join the undead. I'm now joining the undead again. Why? Five classes, two jobs, and not enough time in the day to do everything. May I have naptime now?


*Just on a side note, my parents were AMAZING. They always gave me so much food and made sure that I was taken care of.

I Got My Sprite

First blog from the new apartment! I was here first, so I got to pick the pantry, bathroom drawer, and room that I wanted. Was coming super early and getting up even earlier this morning worth it?

Oh, yes.

Also, on the Sprite topic, I DID get one. I decided to wait and get one on the way up to school, and during the bus's pit stop I went ahead and got one. Much bigger, and cheaper than the airport Sprites, too.

The Results Are In

The Sprite has lost.

Sprite and Airlines

Hey, guys, guess what? I'm traveling!

Yes, currently in the airport, just beginning my layover. Which is two hours. My gosh, I have nothing to do (which is probably why my first response is to drag out my computer and write a blog post). I'm also feeling a tad bit nauseous, and I'm tempted to go buy a Sprite. Unfortunately my craving for Sprite is being countered by SUPERBUDGETME. You know, the side of me that says GOOD GRAVY, APRICOT, SHIPPING ALL YOUR CRAP (read: books) OUT COST YOU $70.00! YOU HAVE NO MONEY! YOU NEED TO SAVE SO YOU CAN BUY YOUR BOOKS AND GET FOOD FOR YOUR BEAUTIFUL RECENTLY REMODELED PANTRY. NOW BUCK IT UP AND SUCK A PEPPERMINT.

Admittedly, I did have a peppermint, and it did help. Briefly. Until it was gone.

Sugar always leaves behind a funny aftertaste in my mouth. And a thin film over my teeth that makes me want to brush my teeth over and over again. It never goes away.

Sprite is starting to win the battle. Of course, there are complimentary drinks on the flight (I'm paranoid of hidden fees for beverages on flights, so I've never actually gotten one before). Perhaps I will be brave and get one.

Now for some awesome news. This year I'm flying Southwest Airlines, rather than American Airlines, which is what I usually fly. On AA, there are assigned seats and if you don't get a window seat then TOUGH and hope some people don't show up for their flight so you can move out of the middle of the row. On SA, there are no assigned seats. You get to pick them. Which brings me to a highly competitive and fun race to a good seat.

And guess what seat I got on my last flight?

A window seat.

With the rest of the row all to myself.

So far, I'm liking my plane mojo. Let's keep it going, people!

In Which I Dislike Packing

Packing up all of my stuff gives me so much motivation to do things that normally I don't do. Blog posts being the most obvious example here.

And I really should be packing, because the post office has to close sometime before three in the morning, and I need to get my stuff there to ship out. Which I think I have at least most, if not all, of the stuff I'm shipping out already packed. Right now is mostly small stuff, redoing my clothes suitcase, stuff like that.

My distaste for packing the small stuff is quickly growing.