Stupid ack.
Listening: Bells for Her - Tori Amos
NaNo Words: 6484/50000
Bleh! Okay first a bit of venting. Two days ago, I had +6k and was told I was two days ahead w00t. But then life came crashing down on me (in the form of a) downtown adventures with the Panda Brigade and b) MUN attacks) and I haven't really had the time to do much more. And there's not much that's going to get done this weekend, because I have school jazz to work on, plus Wal-Mart is a nazi, and I don't want my social life to go down the gutter. So my goal for this weekend is like, 10k. If I can hit that I'll be quite content with myself. My best NaNo writing comes during the week, for some reason, usually after I get into bed. Nothing inspires me like eating chocolate (or Tiger Pops) and drinking tea until 2 in the morning. I can totally pull off 14k by Wednesday, which is my minimum goal (equivalent to 2000 wpd). It'll be even better if I can hit 20k by then. (Which I can totally do; the only person who can purple-prose like I can is Rykea Night, who is retarded in the best possible way.) And since I have Tuesday mornings off, I am totally gonna work my butt off to get it done! Either way, I'll be in a nice, authory mood for Tuesday evening's write-in!
On to other things.
Downtown with Kelilah and Ben (the Panda Brigade) was muchos adventures. We actually went to scope out a tattoo parlor for me. We were so totally expecting it to be a shady spot, but the place looks like the spot I get my hair cut! It's totally high-class, and well-lit, and sterile like you wouldn't believe! Anyhow, the receptionist guy called over one of the artists, who priced my tattoo, and said he'd do it for $100 plus tax. Which was a good deal, considering their starting price is like $75. I was still a bit jumpy over it, but Doug (the artist) was totally nice about it. He asked if I wanted to see some of his work, and I agreed. Of course, he's a wicked artist. Ben asked him to show us some Kanji and some detailed stuff (since my tattoo is runic, and fairly detailed) and we were both pleased with what we saw. I said I needed time to think, so Doug gave me his card. (Holy crap he has nine years experience.)
Because Ben and Kelilah are awesome like that, we decided to go to Hava Java so I could think things out over coffee. Because I am an addict like that. This turned out to be a wicked plan, because a) I was with Kelilah and Ben b) I got in some serious thinking time and c) I saw Erin from Greece there, who was delighted to see me. We exchanged information and are gonna get together sometime soon. Hurrah!
So after we'd finished our coffee (/latte/cocoa de Mexico/bagel/whatever), Kelilah wanted to go to Our Pleasure. Which I had never been in. Anyway. That was an adventure the likes of which will never be so baldly repeated in the presence of little eyes. I will simply say that I really like the flogger they had there, the honey dust was yummy, and Kelilah did not find a replacement for what she had broken. (Which is another story altogether.)
Then we went back to Studio Maxx, where I made an appointment. Yeah, s'right. I have an appointment to be tattooed this Thursday afternoon. Which is intense. Anyhow now I have a week to chicken out of it, though I haven't really been worrying about it ever since I made the appointment. Which is a good sign, because I am a chronic worrier. Anyway, Ben and Kelilah are going with me on Thursday, which is sweet. I'm really lucky to have those pandas.
Then we went to The Magic Wok. Which was amazing. HAHAHA. We ordered three meals and decided to share them around the table--Almond Guy Ding in a Bird's Nest, Chicken in Black Bean Sauce, and Sweet Shrimp Flambe. Ben's chicken came out sizzling, which completely enthralled us. Then mine came out on fire. Which was even better. It was one of the better meals of Chinese food I've ever had. It woulda been even better if they'd had General Tso's chicken. But alas.
So Thursday was a blast. Friday snuck up on me and choked me, in the form of a Linguistics test and a Classics test that I knew nothing about. But then Ben lent me his Pocket Buddha (I don't know what it's actually called, that's just my name for it), and Cole drew me a picture of me being infected by Buddhist knowledge through an army of Benteriophages. It rules. And then I breezed through both my tests! Win!
After I got off from work last night, I was treated to mad adventures the likes of which I cannot accurately duplicate. Let us just say that it involved pizza and a hilariously angry rant about Phoenix Wright: Ace Attourney and how Cole is a superlawyer, and leave it at that.
I leave you with pictures!
Me and my stuffed dragon, Boo. Boo is wicked NaNo inspiration. Yes I am eating a tiger pop.
Due to a suggestion from dear Benji, I've removed the design for my tattoo. Partly because it has an aspect in my book that I don't want to be copied, and partly because, you know, it's my tattoo. Ya'll can see it in person after Thursday, jerks. <3
Icarus incidentally happens to have the best friends ever.
NaNo Words: 6484/50000
Bleh! Okay first a bit of venting. Two days ago, I had +6k and was told I was two days ahead w00t. But then life came crashing down on me (in the form of a) downtown adventures with the Panda Brigade and b) MUN attacks) and I haven't really had the time to do much more. And there's not much that's going to get done this weekend, because I have school jazz to work on, plus Wal-Mart is a nazi, and I don't want my social life to go down the gutter. So my goal for this weekend is like, 10k. If I can hit that I'll be quite content with myself. My best NaNo writing comes during the week, for some reason, usually after I get into bed. Nothing inspires me like eating chocolate (or Tiger Pops) and drinking tea until 2 in the morning. I can totally pull off 14k by Wednesday, which is my minimum goal (equivalent to 2000 wpd). It'll be even better if I can hit 20k by then. (Which I can totally do; the only person who can purple-prose like I can is Rykea Night, who is retarded in the best possible way.) And since I have Tuesday mornings off, I am totally gonna work my butt off to get it done! Either way, I'll be in a nice, authory mood for Tuesday evening's write-in!
On to other things.
Downtown with Kelilah and Ben (the Panda Brigade) was muchos adventures. We actually went to scope out a tattoo parlor for me. We were so totally expecting it to be a shady spot, but the place looks like the spot I get my hair cut! It's totally high-class, and well-lit, and sterile like you wouldn't believe! Anyhow, the receptionist guy called over one of the artists, who priced my tattoo, and said he'd do it for $100 plus tax. Which was a good deal, considering their starting price is like $75. I was still a bit jumpy over it, but Doug (the artist) was totally nice about it. He asked if I wanted to see some of his work, and I agreed. Of course, he's a wicked artist. Ben asked him to show us some Kanji and some detailed stuff (since my tattoo is runic, and fairly detailed) and we were both pleased with what we saw. I said I needed time to think, so Doug gave me his card. (Holy crap he has nine years experience.)
Because Ben and Kelilah are awesome like that, we decided to go to Hava Java so I could think things out over coffee. Because I am an addict like that. This turned out to be a wicked plan, because a) I was with Kelilah and Ben b) I got in some serious thinking time and c) I saw Erin from Greece there, who was delighted to see me. We exchanged information and are gonna get together sometime soon. Hurrah!
So after we'd finished our coffee (/latte/cocoa de Mexico/bagel/whatever), Kelilah wanted to go to Our Pleasure. Which I had never been in. Anyway. That was an adventure the likes of which will never be so baldly repeated in the presence of little eyes. I will simply say that I really like the flogger they had there, the honey dust was yummy, and Kelilah did not find a replacement for what she had broken. (Which is another story altogether.)
Then we went back to Studio Maxx, where I made an appointment. Yeah, s'right. I have an appointment to be tattooed this Thursday afternoon. Which is intense. Anyhow now I have a week to chicken out of it, though I haven't really been worrying about it ever since I made the appointment. Which is a good sign, because I am a chronic worrier. Anyway, Ben and Kelilah are going with me on Thursday, which is sweet. I'm really lucky to have those pandas.
Then we went to The Magic Wok. Which was amazing. HAHAHA. We ordered three meals and decided to share them around the table--Almond Guy Ding in a Bird's Nest, Chicken in Black Bean Sauce, and Sweet Shrimp Flambe. Ben's chicken came out sizzling, which completely enthralled us. Then mine came out on fire. Which was even better. It was one of the better meals of Chinese food I've ever had. It woulda been even better if they'd had General Tso's chicken. But alas.
So Thursday was a blast. Friday snuck up on me and choked me, in the form of a Linguistics test and a Classics test that I knew nothing about. But then Ben lent me his Pocket Buddha (I don't know what it's actually called, that's just my name for it), and Cole drew me a picture of me being infected by Buddhist knowledge through an army of Benteriophages. It rules. And then I breezed through both my tests! Win!
After I got off from work last night, I was treated to mad adventures the likes of which I cannot accurately duplicate. Let us just say that it involved pizza and a hilariously angry rant about Phoenix Wright: Ace Attourney and how Cole is a superlawyer, and leave it at that.
I leave you with pictures!
Me and my stuffed dragon, Boo. Boo is wicked NaNo inspiration. Yes I am eating a tiger pop.
Due to a suggestion from dear Benji, I've removed the design for my tattoo. Partly because it has an aspect in my book that I don't want to be copied, and partly because, you know, it's my tattoo. Ya'll can see it in person after Thursday, jerks. <3
Icarus incidentally happens to have the best friends ever.
posted by Icarus at 7:19 AM
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So don't tell anyone, because all my friends back home would DIE if they knew this, and since they don't read your blog I can safely post it here, but I'm gonna get a tattoo next year once I've been to the gym some. It's going to be small blue wings on my upper back. I'm so excited I could vom! I was going to get something meaningful and wonderful, but I'm going for cute and great instead. We could always say I believe I can do anything, like flying, so there ya go. Meaningful.
NO TELLING! Shhhh..
Shh...
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--Jam
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