Yeah, NaNoWriMo has been consuming my life. xD;

(Mostly, this journal is to mess with the CSS skins that we can add for a limited time, though.)

BUT for all of you who are interested, here's one of my favorite scenes that I've written in my story so far. =] First time Elyth sees Nero drunk, lawl.

(Warning: COMPLETELY unedited!)

“Wha’s in th’ bags?” he asked, his voice slightly slurred.

Elyth frowned, wondering what had gotten into him. She spat out her toothpaste, rinsed the brush, and walked into the other room. Nero was swaying slightly on his feet and even from almost across the room she could smell the alcohol. “Are you drunk?”

Nero shook his head, the motion almost causing him to fall over. “Wha’s in th’ bags?” he asked again as he stumbled over to them and began fumbling with the knots.

“I wouldn’t do that if I were you,” Elyth told him. She grabbed his hands to stop him from getting into the bags.

He looked up at her. “Your hair’s wet,” he mumbled. “D’you take a shower?” He frowned. “There’s a- there’s a body in the shower! How’d you take a shower?”

“I think you need to go to bed,” Elyth said firmly.

Nero shook his head again. “D’you eat the body?” he asked. His eyes widened, almost comically, and he asked in a whispered voice, “Is the body in the bags?”

“I’ll eat you if you don’t cooperate,” Elyth muttered. She stood up, pulling up with her. Nero swayed unsteadily on his feet and leaned against her for support. “Come on, into the bed with you.”

She led him across the room to the bed and dumped him on top of it. He tried to kick off his shoes, but failed miserably, so with another sigh of annoyance Elyth took off his sneakers for him. As an afterthought, she removed his knife from where she knew it was hidden at his side. Nero was already asleep at this point and snoring loudly, so Elyth just grabbed the top blanket and threw it haphazardly over him.

She locked the door to their motel room again, cleaned up the mess Nero had made in the short time he had been back, and sat down in one of the empty chairs to wait for him to wake up. “This was not in my job description,” she muttered angrily. “God damn it, Nero, you have better have a damn good explanation for this.”

My plans to build a blanket fort failed and my mom was not amused.

Boys and Girls Soccer

All of you are assholes. The field hockey team leaves you alone, except during your games when we go over to your fields to cheer you on. You guys, on the other hand, never come over to cheer for us. You will purposefully run across our field while we're doing drills, though we make a point of going around yours. You bet on how much we'll lose by each game, with your typical bet being that we'll lose 7 to 0.

Fuck you. All of you.

The New Athletic Director

You are a self-righteous, fucking ignorant little douchebag. Know why? You have a grudge against field hockey for NO REASON. You don't even have the decency to act like you don't hate us. No, when a radio reporter comes down to the field to talk to us, you show up to tell him that you "have nothing good to say about field hockey"- WHEN WE'RE STANDING RIGHT THERE. You refuse to put the results of our games on the morning announcement. You won't even buy us fucking new balls for the game when it's a goddamn rule that we need to play with a new ball!

Hope you rot in hell.

And these two tie together because...

Today you, girls soccer, had an away game (which is the only reason your heads don't have dents from our sticks). You needed a water jug- fair enough, you have one. Except that you apparently broke it yesterday. So what do you do? Take the lid off of our NEW water jug that our coach bought with her OWN money and put it on YOUR fucking broken one! THEN you take OUR jug to your fucking away game and leave us with one that leaks and can't even hold a fucking ounce of water!

So what do we do but go to you, dear athletic director. We know you can't do anything about it today, but perhaps you could talk to their coach tomorrow? What do you tell us? "Well, I don't know what you want me to do about this. Soccer did have a game..."

YOU LITTLE SHIT, WE HAD A GAME TOO AND THE JUG WAS OURS! About halfway through the varsity game, THANK GOD someone thought to grab our old water jug that leaks a bit so we at least had water, even though all our crap got soaking wet.

Just saw an AMAZING Alice Cooper concert, with amazing theatrics and acting. AND two of the original members of Blue Oyster Cult opened, one of which used to be my neighbor!

Plus, I'm now driving.

And in a couple of days I'll be able to show you guys the first decent yarn I've spun.

(Ignoring my unfinished homework) life is good. =]

...is that when they let you down, it feels like you failed too.