I just saw a really disturbing commercial a couple of minutes ago. It was for the "Von Trapp Family Christmas Concert" starring the real grandchildren of all the original actors in the film.
Um, can you imagine being a Von Trapp grandchild who wants to be a surfer or a taxidermist or something? You'd be forced to sing Sound of Music songs and, for some reason, Feliz Navidad until you were too old and their great grandchild took up the family business.
So, this is weird. I've been hollered at by these guys in a truck four out of the past six days, in the same area.
I think they're stalking me or something.
Ok, so the first time, one of them just catcalled, and then the second time, another one said something like, "Woo, Cowgirl, yeah!" then another catcall, and finally, "You're beeeeeauutiful!"
Swear to god, same street, same car, same guys. It's really creepy!
I'm some kind of accidental bulimic right now or something. I'm so stressed out and overwhelmed that whenever I try to eat anything I immediately feel nauseous. I've been getting better, though. Today I ate a whole half of a toast without throwing up.
This is so not ok. All I want is crazy bread, but I cannot eat them without gagging. Jesus, I want cookies.
I'm about five thousand words away from finishing NaNoWriMo. I know that other people are doing better than I am, but really, I'm just sad that it's almost over. It's been so much fun, and I don't care how bad it is, it's MY novel and I love it so much for its stupid unrealistic characters and that brief bout of Mary Sue-ism with the stupid love interest who dies and no one cares. I'm going to miss having nothing to obsess over next month except Christmas Specials and presents.
Sigh.
P.S. - Snow in Victoria? Somethin' to cause a fuss about.
So, Jayne and I don't hang out much anymore, because she goes to SMUS and is at school like ALL THE TIME, and I'm busy ALL THE TIME, but we hung out last NIGHT OHMYGOD AND IT WAS AWESOME. We decided to watch a CRAPLOAD of AWFUL movies, and it was AMAZING LIEK WO. (Except we didn't get to watch Save The Last Dance, which is ok because it's on TV every other minute.)
In the exact order we watched them in, BECAUSE IT WAS LIKE A PLAYLIST OF BADNESS:
1. Gigli (I fell asleep after they had DIRTY sex, because it got really boring, but I woke up near the end and still have NO IDEA what happened). Ben Affleck and his TERRIBLE acting, and Jenny-Lo saying "pussy" and "vagina" repeatedly!!! And! AND! The fact that the writer was a woman hating, violence loving, retard-joke-making PRICK who TOTALLY got rejected by a girl because she said she was/actually was a lesbian, and he thinks she was a bitch and hates all lesbians now.
2. Bubble Boy. OH MY GOD BEST MOVIE IN THE WORLD. Jake Gylenhall is SOOOOOOO cute in it, and he reminds me so much of Dan Chudyk that it is utterly ridiculous. He's so cute! This movie is amazing, and anyone who loves delicious CHEESE AND BOYS WHO ARE REALLY NAIVE AND ADORABLE must watch it. It's actually amazing, and really funny.
3. From Justin to Kelly. There. That's all you needed, but I WILL GIVE YOU THIS TIDBIT: MATCHING EYESHADOW/SHIRT/EARRINGS SO BAD.
4. Center Stage. I'd already seen this, but Jayne hadn't. SO FUNNY. SO GOOD. PETER GALLAGHER, yay.
5. CROSSROADS!!!!!!!!111!!!!1!!!!!!!!1eleven!!!!!
In addition to this AWESOME HANG OUT, where for once I was with a friend who doesn't, a) ignore me, b) confuse me, c) treat me like dirt or d) all of the above, (who, by the way, is the best at making fun of crappy movies with me) 1 out of 2 of my orders from Asthmatic Kitty came yesterday, and THE POSTER. IS COMING. SOON. SO EXCITING. ILLINOISEMAKERS!!!
And, uh, 16,593 words in Nanowrimo. SO BEHIND SCHEDULE BUT SO EXCITING NONETHELESS.
PLUS!!! WE PUBLISHED THE MAGAZINE AND IT IS AWESOME. (But there's a sentence that got cut off. It makes me want to die.)
So I know this journal is pretty lifeless anyways, but just so everyone knows, I've been kinda MIA because of stress and RL and whatnot. AND THAT GODDAMN MAGAZINE.
But also! Also! NANO!WRIMO!
Every year I plan it really intensely, and everything has to tie together and make sense and stuff, and I lose my inspiration and realize I hate my whole plan around 5000 words in, and I give up. But this year, I didn't plan anything or try to tie anything together, so it's just this kind of random but somehow endearingly jumbled thing, AND IT IS SO MUCH BETTER THIS WAY.
I would post an excerpt, but it's SO BAD. It's SO BAD and I love it SO MUCH.