November Beckons.

Feeling very much The One today. Man, I hope I get a better metaphor someday. Oh well, my lingo. It’s for me, if anybody else doesn’t like it, they can lick my hairy nutsac.

I was trying to find my bandana this morning, and I seem to have misplaced it. I can usually remember where I put things. I think I last wore it last Tuesday, during chem lab. So I’m very puzzled as to where it could have gone to. Time was against me this morning, as usual. I’m sure it’ll pop up.

I’m a little tired, but alright. Though, I was having trouble staying awake in lecture. I’m not sure how I woke up so early this morning. I don’t believe I got to bed until after 2 AM, and I managed to wake up around 8 AM. I had my alarm set for 9 AM, as I had class at 10:30 AM. Basically, this bought me time to shower. Most people seem to condition themselves to shower in a short amount of time, but I require copious amounts of time for self-bathing. You’d think I wank in there, with how long I take. I really did require a shower, I smelled rather strongly of boy.

I’ve been waiting for this month of November since last semester. I knew this would be my moment. I knew I’d be employed part-time, with that eating my spare time. And I knew I’d still want to do NaNoWriMo. If I get around to it, I’ll collect email addresses from last year. I don’t really want complete n00bs to be reading my novel. A nice intimate mailing list. I still don’t know what my novel is going to be. I said last year, “I’ll outline next year!”

It is now next year.

I have not outlined.

I tend to be rather character-driven. I let the characters tell me what they want to do. Which makes me think I could rather comically give rather lengthy introductions to every single character. Even that guy who has a single line and you never see again. Ha ha. It’ll eat characters, that’s for sure.

The goal of NaNoWriMo isn’t to be good. It’s to prove you can do it. And for someone like me, to once again overcome perfectionism. This novel may end up being bad. Very, very bad. But with the way I write, it may be the best bad novel you’ve ever read. Ha ha. I love me.

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A bad novel. You know, that’s not a bad idea. I do have a propensity for parodies. I can’t say I’m well-versed in actual literature, but thanks to general media I have an awareness of basic archetypes. All else fails, as a writing strategy, it sure would provide me with plenty of characters. Ha ha. How many Wise Janitors can there be?

(These are the things that make me laugh out loud in public.)

OKay, I think I can contain myself now.

I have a research paper to write. It’s sheer time logicistics that make me wonder how I’m going to pull this off. I know how I get when I completely absorb myself in school. Falling out of balance will cause me to crumble. Now, more than ever, I’ll have to make sure all my needs are met. No matter the cost.

Despite not doing any of the chem homework this week, I did just fine on the quiz today. We have a test on Thursday. I will find time to study for that. Whatever it is I count as studying, at least. I got a 92 on the first exam. I can do better.

I have a rule that I will put aside all other responsibilities to socialize. (Classes and employment are, of course, immovable blocks of time.) Last two nights of feminine socializing have really satisfied a lot of my needs. Right now, I can afford it. In the coming weeks, I’ll have to watch it. I may see Cliff, I may not. I may seek out cuddles, I may not. Balance.

Sleep. Eating. Homework. Employment. Zone-out time. Cuddlez. TimmyHugs. Cliff. (and Thickets of Men.) Research paper. NaNoWriMo. Lifting. Basic hygiene. Wanking.

Can’t ever forget wanking.

Tonight I’ll print out those articles I sent myself. (As I refuse to print from the school. Bitches overcharge per page. What the hell, it was free at Rutgers! Or, at least, part of tuition.)

Sleep. Will definitely be getting sleep tonight. May wank. May not. As for right now, I do believe I’ll do some brainstorming for my novel. Then I’ll go eat. OH. Oh right, I should finish those lab write-ups. Good thing I think about this stuff.

If anybody wants to track me, I’m Timmy™ on NaNoWriMo. After all, if I can do NaNoWriMo, anybody can. “If something’s important, you make the time.” – Captain Kirk

Ah, November. I am ready.