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I love this episode. Poor Jonathan. Just wanted to be a cool super hero. I can really relate. LOL. But I think I should have been the 'Once More With Feeling' episode. While I'm not totally 'romantic and cheesy' I do 'love music and sometimes break out into song without warning.' Much to the chagrin of my friends around me. The H.B. and I will be walking down an aisle at the grocery store, I'll suddenly start singing along with the elevator music being played over the speakers, and the H.B. will roll his eyes and move further down the aisle. It's a move that clearly says 'I do not know that crazy woman!'

Josh (and everyone else)'s mission, whether you choose to accept it or not, is to go to some place where they ask you for your name. and give a fake name. And report back. 100 brownie points to whoever can get proof that they were 'Sassafrass' for a day.

hahahahahahahahaha.

i'm seriously thinking about going to starbucks later this week. maybe i can bribe the muse with coffee so that she sits down here with me and helps me write. i need to write dammit!

ok. seriously. i'm going now. off to write brilliance. only got 27 minutes to do. eek!

because i should be writing...

i checked out a new blog. there's some interesting buzzstuff going on there.

eke i did a bit of stalking there.

now i'm off to add to my word count. for a few minutes at least. gotta get it in a few more words or gilmore girls come on in a half hour. zounds! can't not watch gilmore girls!

Would you rather...

1. Have every dog you meet sniff your butt OR your crotch?

I'd rather have every dog I meet sniff my crotch. I've got no junk in the front so I don't have to worry about them suddenly biting it off. But if kujo did decide to snap and go chompy on me, I'd rather see it happen then have him bite me from behind.

2. Get cancer when you're 30, be treated, and it go into remission never to be seen again OR get alzheimer's when you're 80?

I'd rather get alzheimer's when I'm 80. As much as that would suck, I don't want to go into remission never to be seen again when I'm only 30. Maybe in the fifty years difference they'll have a cure, or at least lots of helpful drugs for alzheimer's. If not though, I'm going to have to be really rich and have lots of kids to take care of me in my old age.

3. Take a bite of raw chicken OR eat a donut out of a dumpster?

I'd rather eat a donut out of a dumpster. One that's still in the box. And the box is on top of everything. Even if it doesn't fit those requirements I think I could pretend its clean. I couldn't do that with a raw chicken. Ew! Except, its just a bite. I don't have to eat the bite do I? Hmmm... if I don't have to eat the raw chicken, just take a bite out of it then spit it out, I'd rather do that.

4. Be so completely unaffected by adrenaline that you frequently bungee jump, cliff dive, and skydive just to try to get a thrill OR be the complete opposite and find the merry-go-round too thrilling to ride?

I would rather be unaffected by adrenaline. As much fun as adrenaline is, I'd hate to be too scared of a little merry-go-round. Never be able to ride on a merry-go-round?! Oh the horror! I loved it when I was little, and a grown up uncle or cousin would spin me and my brother around and around and around until our stomachs were on continuous flip mode. Wheee! It's not the adrenaline that makes that ride fun. It's the after effects when you try and walk afterwards... and fall down. :)

Okay. Thought I'd blog for tic. It's either that, or work on my "novel". My brain is busy formulating and calculating and speculating and other ings and needs a few more minutes of prep time before its ready for me to settle down and type. So here I am.

Blogging my be sporadic this month. And posts might not make sense. No wait, that's a normal occurence. But I might not post often. Unless I need to do warm up typing exercises to get the fingers in the mood, like now.

I went to my area's NaNoWriMo kick off party on Sunday. It was so cool to meet other writers and hear them talk about their stories. I just wish I didn't show up late. I felt so foolish walking in late. But it wasn't my fault that I was late. Okay, the fact that I'm a driving ditz might make it my fault. But other than that... its not. See, the 'party' was in a town I've been to maybe twice before, and it was in a part of the town, downtown, that I've never been to before. So I was driving west on the freeway, and I had to turn off on This One Street. Guess what. The only way to turn off on This One Street is if you are traveling on the freeway GOING EAST! East for crying out loud! How was I supposed to know that by looking at the map. ARRRRRRGGGGGG! I was only fifteen minutes late. Not tooooo bad. But still.

I've got about 1000 words left to write for the night to be on track with the word count pacing. I'm writing crap right now, and that's kind of a bummer, but I guess if I ever decide to edit this thing I'll add the funny/witty/hilarious/clever/ wonderfully cute moments/lines/dialogue/etc later. *BIG FUCKING SIGH*

One of the tips to writing the november novel is tequila. I might have to try that some day. Might be fun actually. And I'd love to see what I write afterwards. Writing under the influence would certainly fit in with the other crap I've written so far. For now, I'm settling for overdosing on sugar frosty halloween cookies. It's just like eating mini cakes. Yum!

I read on the NaNoWriMo main page that there are going to have free stickers. Details to come later. FREE STICKERS!!! WOOHOO! I knew there was a reason I signed up for this madness. I so wish I had something interesting to write about. Here and there. Oh well...

Word count so far: 5,116

So if I write [does quick math in head] 884 words right now I'll be on a decent track (2,000 words a day = finish by day 25). I played catch up at work today whipping out over 3,000 words. Hopefully I can keep up that pace :) and not run out of stuff to write about. lol.

Okay. Off to create brilliance. And when that doesn't happen I'll work on adding to my "novel."

I say ... and you think ... ?

1. Taboo:: fun family game
   
2. Poison:: ivy
   
3. 1983:: I love the 80's: Strikes Back
   
4. Tim:: Conway
   
5. Groovy:: Marvey
   
6. Italy:: Rome
   
7. Think:: Smart
   
8. Penthouse:: nekkid boobies
   
9. Shelter:: home
   
10. Twinkie:: twinkie twinkie little star (huh? hehehe)

Okay. Now I'm really going to bed. Or maybe I'll write 'twinkie twinkie little star' into my story. Mr. Twinkie the Singing Super Star. Had a bad incident when he told an irate fan to 'bite me!'. No permanent damage was sustained. But Mr. Twinkie did loose a bit of filling before being rushed to the hospital.

Okay. Seriously. Bed. Me. Go. Now. No more non-nano writing.

NaNoWriMo officially started today. Wheeeeee!

And right now, It's only 10:45 pm and my brain feels all fuzzy. Kinda like it does when I'm still awake at 2 am. What's up with that? I finally have some alone time, and I'm sitting in front of the computer, and I can get to work on my nano story. But can I focus? No. My brain's all fuzzy. Damn it.

I did start my story this morning. I've got a whole 500 words done. Very pathetic. But the last part of the day I was busy cleaning. Couldn't write while washing the dishes. A very good excuse. The H.B. got a bug up his most adorable ass about cleaning. So it was Let's Clean The Apartment Day. Well, for half the day. That's why my brain is so fuzzy. Fumes from all the household cleaning supplies invaded my brain and went wiggy wiggy on the fantasticstorywritus part. That's a small section of the brain. Near the back I think.

I plan on sitting in front of the computer all day tomorrow - well, not all day - and do nothing but work on my story - and contemplate the wonders of double sticky tape. No. No time for that. I'll just stick to writing. I do plan on taking a break and attending my area's NaNoWriMo kick off party. Woo! Then it's back to writing. Until Alias is on. :)

Darn it, I've got a huge cup of sugary caffiene here with me, all ready to help me in my nano writing efforts, and my brains too fuzzy for me to concentrate.

Now see, the computer says the above is 269 words. That's over half of what I wrote this morning! So why can't I do that with my story right now? My brain isn't too fuzzy for blogging, why not other stuff? *sigh*

I have that song Madeline Kahn sang in Blazing Saddles ringing through my fuzzy little brain right now. "I'm so tired, God dammit I'm tired!" hehehe.

Okay. I could probably write something really silly right now, seeing as my fuzzy brain now feels like its floating on cloud 9 and 3 quarters, but I don't know if it would fit into my story. Even though my story is going to be really silly and out there and something from out in left field might actually fit. Hmmm... maybe I should stay up late... Nah. I'll save that tactic for next week, if necessary. For now, I'll try getting some sleep, then waking up fresh brained and alert tomorrow, all set and ready to write lots and lots.

Come on fuzzy brain. Bed-y bye time.