Sunday, September 30, 2012

A few small hoorays:

One, THEY PUT MISSION IMPOSSIBLE 4 ON NETFLIX! Yesssss! I have been wanting to watch that movie for ages, since the first time I watched it. It was just a good movie in general, and I could actually understand what was going on, and legitimately that's 90% of why I like it. The other 10% had to do with the characters. And we'll just leave that there.

Two, yesterday I took Freckles and her tall friend to Walmart, because they wanted to buy candy and movies and shit (they let me watch  movies with them and have some of their candy, which was very generous of them, considering they paid for all of it). We were sorting through the bin of $5 movies, and holy crap were there a lot of copies of The Notebook in there. So, I got their attention and said "hey, let's pull up all the copies of The Notebook in here and cover the top of the bin with them." There were a few Dear Johns in there as well, but the effect was pretty awesome. Two guys later wandered by and the confusion on their faces, which we saw from down the aisle, was priceless.
Walmart. It's just a bucket of adventures waiting to happen. I also tried on a batman mask and then said "This isn't a car" in my best batman voice, but of course I can't post that here, because MY FACE.

yer pal,
swegan :)

Saturday, September 22, 2012

You know what?

Fuck reality. I want to grow up and be Iron Man. And own a bakery with my sister and Fex called Wet Floor. And be an astronaut, and a published author. And finish my goddamned novel, which is really hard at this point because Sally just made this awesome move by saying "hey, I'll go stop my father from starting a multinational war, and hey, my twin brother can come with me, but Tup, you have to go back home and run the kingdom for us, so I won't see you for probably a couple months but that's okay!" and it's AWESOME but I just want them to fucking cut the shit and kiss each other already.

Maybe I'll own a bakery as my main job, publish novels on the side, and then fly into space in an iron man suit for fun. That sounds reasonable.

I also want to see if that kid of my parent's friend's that TOTALLY looks like a young jeremy renner grows up to look like the real deal. Man, the future's just full of wonder.

This is how I'd sound if I was a little drunk, I think.

I'm going to watch another movie now. I just watched Bridesmaids. Chris O'Dowd is effing adorable.

OH and my sister keeps bugging me about this one celebrity that I like but that I logically shouldn't. It's getting bad, like troll-dad level bad. My father bugs me about Justin Beiber and I hate him (no, that is not my super-secret celebrity crush) (my super-secret celebrity crush does not originate from the same continent as me) and now my sister bugs me about this guy. Let's call him Gerry. I think that was his name. Yeah. Gerry. Gerry's really cute, but it's really embarrassing for me to admit that I think that. And he's actually around my age this time sort of. My sister texted me a picture of him to be annoying and I haven't deleted it. I will, though, if someone decides to go through my phone. This is my secret. As far as anyone at school knows I think this person is lame. I'll have to be careful around Tudo, though, she likes to look through people's phones (and wallets, as evidenced by the time during the summer at dinner when she pulled out all my gas money my dad had given me and waved it around, saying "look how much this is! swegan's totally a rich kid lol!" and I texted her about that but she never replied so I'm thinking she just didn't get it. The concept, I mean. Blah. It was a bitchy thing to do. Anyway).

I'm life-drunk. I'm going to see the Avengers on Sunday HOORAY FOR SMALL TOWN MOVIE THEATRES THAT PLAY MOVIES EVEN WHEN THEY'RE COMING OUT ON DVD IN LIKE 4 DAYS! I love them. So very much. Plus, it's cheap.

I should probably go now. Bye.

yer pal,
swegan :S

Wednesday, September 19, 2012

Some days.

Some days I just want to curl back up into summer.

I wonder if it's different in Europe, if they live life more slowly there, like Tudo says they do, because of her German exchange student who is never at school, and whom I haven't seen since Friday at the football game.

We lost in overtime. 20-14. But it was a good game.

I got the same question again for our interactive oral in English. It's the hardest one. And I'm stuck with the nerd again.
The nerd talks too much, and I felt bad while he was. I couldn't exactly look at him. I've never been able to look him in the eye for very long, without feeling like I'm just going to spill over.
I think he likes me again. Or maybe he genuinely wants to be good friends.
I could get into the friends thing. Maybe.

My sister's getting braces. I feel sorry for her. Also I made her wait after the student council meeting today. And my EE meeting.

My supervisor says my EE looks good. That makes me happy.

I have piano now. All the songs are so perfect, they open up this whole world of imagination. I want to sound like that. But I have to start first. Starting is always the hardest part.

I fell asleep to crickets last night. I woke up to them, too. I like artificial crickets. They're calming. Though I'd probably settle for real crickets if there were any in the suburbs.

Sadie keeps getting bigger. And fluffier. She's still a baby, such a sweet baby. I love her so much. She's nothing like Mandy, but I love her anyway. I love Mandy, too. I love them both. And I know they say all dogs have the same personality, but they don't. Sadie is so different. She's a baby-suck. Mandy had an attitude, she would talk back. Sadie has these eyes that are possibly the cutest thing in the world. She lays down on the floor, puts her head between her long legs and her big paws, and stares up at me from the bottom of the stairs. Doesn't move. Doesn't whine. Just stares. Mandy would have whined and grumbled. Mandy wasn't afraid to speak up. She didn't take shit.

I think I got a lot from her, actually. I whine and grumble a lot. I think it's easier than staring at people from the bottom of the stairs.
They are both so loyal. They hate to be left alone.

I want to write so bad but I don't have time.

I don't have time.

I've decided instead of wondering which class I'll drop, I'm just going to try for a full diploma. Next semester is the hard semester and I know I can do it. We're all doing it together, all six of us. The EE, the CAS hours, the IAs and the IOs and the second language. The HL and the SL, all of it.

Except Physics. We don't have IB Physics to take here. Thank goodness.

I miss summer.

-swegan.

Saturday, September 15, 2012

Mussolini

Quite possibly the most boring topic ever, as far as I'm concerned. I mean, he did some stuff, all questions about him are easily answerable in a few paragraphs. It's not like he was particularly interesting. And yet I picked him for my IA topic last year.

WORST. IDEA. EVER.

I have read about 40% of a journal article which was written at such a high level that it didn't make any sense, and I think I might have one question, but I'm not sure if it's specific enough. And I have to have a rough copy of this IA and my EE done by the middle of october. Just a rough draft, but still- I'm not even ready to start writing either of them, by any means. Gah!

Seriously questioning whether or not full IB is worth it. I'm mainly doing it for the fact that I can, that there's a certain prestige I associate with graduating full and associating myself with that crowd of a mere six people, and that I love love LOVE the class sizes. To bits and pieces.

Grargh. I don't want to do anything today, but then, when do I ever? WHERE DID ALL THIS APATHY COME FROM? The end of last year? But I've had two months of vacationing! (peppered with occasional research on both IA and EE). Shouldn't I be well-rested and ready to work again? I'm never going to accomplish anything if I don't want to work!

EFF YOU, BRAIN, for having a more developed reward centre than a prefrontal cortex, and for comparing me to the one girl whom I have known and been friends with since we were three, yet who is the most perfect person I know (seriously. She goes above and beyond on everything, gets it all done ahead of time, and always remembers to be polite and shit like that. She is the good example. I'm just me.)

This is one of those days when I feel like, I'm never going to accomplish anything. What job is there for me if I don't want to work for it? What enjoyment will there be in life? None. It's just a big ball of debt and depression if you don't want to work.
But who does at my age? Anyone?
Augh. Fine. I'll go back and read some more, but I'm just... well, i was going to go to the university to look up journal articles again tomorrow (doesn't open until 1, so I can sleep in, yay!) in the hopes that a) some of them will make sense and 2) that one line from one of them will give me a question, or inspiration for an area I want to study.

Mussolini, why couldn't you have been more... well, more?

yer pal,
swegan :(

Wednesday, September 12, 2012

Why vlogging won't work NOW

Okay, my microphone works fine if I actually talk loudly enough. But I cannot for the life of me watch the videos back, because then I become hyper aware that I'm watching something I just did, and then I become hyper aware of what I look like and how I talk, and that I'm staring into my own eyes... and then I get into that freaky state of mind that I absolutely hate and have been getting into since I was a kid, where I'm so aware that I'm in this body, I'm this soul, and I'm seeing the entire world from my point of view and it's all I'll ever know and why is the universe narrated from my head? Why I am this consciousness? And it freaks the fuck out of me. I hate it, so much, because it paralyzes me and depresses me and just... oh my got, it freaks me out so much, I can't even explain it.
Obviously, that rules out editing the vlogs, so... I can never vlog. It's too weird. The experience of watching myself in the same spot I'm in just makes me shudder and think way too much. I become way too aware of the fact that I am me, if that makes any sense. Why am I in my head? Why I am the sole narrator of the universe? Everything is seen through me. That's how it feels, and I know it's totally unrealistic, but I am just my own point of view physically and psychologically and just it's AWFUL.

Strangely enough, I have no trouble watching old videos of me. Maybe I should try editing the vlogs a day later?
Either way, I really don't want to look in the mirror now. Eek.
yer pal,
swegan :\

Monday, September 10, 2012

Maybe we're not that stupid...

The following statement-rant-argument thing relies on the assumption that most people watching youtube videos and posting comments about what is in said youtube videos are young people, around my age, a little older, probably, a few a little younger.

Maybe we're not that stupid. I see people not trolling, having honest-to-goodness debates about things they disagree with. Sometimes, a person has terrible grammar and it's impossible to tell what they're saying. Sometimes, a person gets nasty and says things they don't need to. But for the most part, people aren't just saying things. They're looking for something (even if it's a stupid something) to back themselves up. Several of them (not all of them) are trying to say, "Okay, you have a point, but this is why I disagree."
It's so beautiful.
If we can all have nice respectful debates like this over issues, the world is truly getting better. Even if our debates start out shoddy and our arguments poorly researched and stated, it's a start.
Of course there'll always be trolls, but since people are aware of them, it's much easier to push them aside.

yer pal,
swegan :)

Saturday, September 8, 2012

DARN IT

Now I'm going to be one of those people again, that correct those stupid little things no one cares about. About Frankenstein-related stuff.

Still haven't finished the book yet. But from what I've read, I want to say two things:

1) Frankenstein is NOT the name of the monster, it is the name of the last name of the scientist. As far as I've read, the monster is just nameless and is referred to as a "horrible creation" and a "fearsome monster" and other equally scary-sounding adjective+noun combinations. So I guess an appropriate name for said monster would be, well, Frankenstein's monster.

2) Victor Frankenstein is not a mad scientist. He just becomes slightly obsessed and overly curious about this idea he has about how to bring inanimate matter to life, which came from a perfectly awesome curiousity about the sciences and alchemy (I'm still not quite sure what alchemy is, but I'm learning).

So there.

I realize all my last posts have been related to this book, but I haven't had any other noteworthy experiences lately outside of school. We've lost one full IB kid from English, bringing the grand total who as of now will graduate with an IB diploma to six.
OOOH- so it begins... *dramatic scary music*

I do have one thing to share, though: my sister texted me a picture of a very photoshopped Nicolas Cage with the caption "Stay Sassy". He looks like a scene kid. It's hilarious and beautiful. And awesome.

yer pal,
swegan :)

Wednesday, September 5, 2012

I can't vlog.

My computer, wonderful as it is, with its super-fast speeds for everything I do (except attempting to play minecraft when I'm feeling nerdy), has THE SHITTIEST MICROPHONE EVER.

Or perhaps that won't stop me. Either way, I ain't uploading shit here. It'll all be on youtube. Which you will have to find yourself. hahah!
How about I give it some vague title like "I hate school" and talk about how that's dumb. Then, you can search "I hate school" and guess which one is mine. Hint: the sound quality will scrape against your eardrums like Frankenstein's monster's skin scrapes against his exposed muscles.

NOW LISTEN UP. I want you to go about your day now, and then turn on the computer tonight, and read the rest of this blog. If you don't, you're missing out on a good fright. And possibly, the chance to miss some sleep.








FROM THE BOOK (Which is, namely, "Frankenstein", by Mary Shelley):
It was already one in the morning; the rain pattered dismally against the panes and my candle was nearly burnt out, when, by the glimmer of the half-extinguished light, I saw the dull yellow eye of the creature open; it breathed hard, and a convulsive motion agitated its limbs.
How can I describe my emotions at this catastrophe, or how delineate the wretch whom with such infinite pains and care I had endeavoured to form? His limbs were in proportion, and I had selected his features as beautiful. Beautiful! Great God! His yellow skin scarcely covered the work of muscles and arteries beneath; his hair was of a lustrous black, and flowing; his teeth of a pearly whiteness; but these luxuriances only formed a more horrid contrast with his watery eyes, that seemed almost of the same colour as the dun-white sockets in which they were set, his shrivelled complexion and straight black lips.


Then, Victor goes to bed, paces, has a bad dream, and wakes up to THIS:
...when, by the dim and yellow light of the moon, as it forced its way through the window shutters, I beheld the wretch-- the miserable monster whom I had created. He held up the curtain of the bed; and his eyes, if eyes they may be called, were fixed on me. His jaws opened, and he muttered some inarticulate sounds, while a grin wrinkled his cheeks. He might have spoken, but I did not hear; one hand was stretched out, seemingly to detain me, but I escaped and rushed downstairs.

And then he wanders around for the rest of the night, finds his bro Henry in the morning, and they head back to the university. Of course Victor checks his apartment first, but like him, I was likewise terrified at the prospect of that horrible thing STILL IN HIS FREAKING APARTMENT.

Fark, this is a good book! I love it! AND IT TERRIFIES ME!

If you have a kindle, it's available on there for FREE. Hooray! Although I'd also strongly recommend "This Dark Endeavour" by Kenneth Oppel (Canadian author ftdubs) because it's based around this but is less... old English-y. Though Frankenstein is much easier to read than Pride and Prejudice, let me tell you that.

yer pal,
swegan :)

Of all the terrible ideas in the world,

there is none quite so idiotic as the idea of reading Frankenstein (yes, the book) at night. Ever. Under any circumstances.

I am now firmly convinced that there is a yellow-eyed, eight foot tall undead monster roaming around the house that will certainly kill me at some point.

FUCK.

yer completely terrified pal,
swegan :(

Tuesday, September 4, 2012

Insane form of sanity:

I found a page on the internet filled ENTIRELY with GIFS of Jeremy Renner reacting to stuff. It's hilarious and freaking wonderful and will probably help me zone out when I'm doing some dumb... school thing and stressing out about it. A couple of the GIFS I'm not fond of, but hey, that's only two out of the thirty-something there are.

I'd post the link but I'd feel weird about it, plus I'm pretty sure all zero people who will actually ever get to this post actually have a huge crush on the guy like I do. I feel weird enough about it already since he is almost the same age as my parents. Can I help it that there are so few attractive actors close to my age? Nooo.

Either way, I felt that internet should know of the existence of this webpage, even on a place as insignificant (in the grand scheme of internet things) as this.

yer pal,
swegan :)

How can one day change everything? (Warning: Long post).

Crap.
I've been saying since mid-to-late-last-year that I wanted to go into science, be a scientist, be a researcher. And then I get to the first day of school- we haven't even done any work yet, just gotten outlines for the course- and already I'm reeling from the idea.
It is so strange how much more comfortable and at home I felt in my History and English classes than I did in my Bio and Chem classes. It was so comforting and so nice to know that I wouldn't have to think that hard-- English essays and Social responses come to me a hell of a lot more naturally. The idea of doing experiments and designing labs in my science courses has me on edge. Not to mention the group 4 thing- my understanding of that is, we get paired up in our classes. Some grade 11 IB science classes get paired up. Then, we take a pair from each class and join them together to make groups of four. And then we get a topic, and we have one hour to chat and come up with an experiment together. The following day (Friday, I think, some day in February) we have ten hours (all continuous) to do the experiment, collect the data, analyze it, etc. Then we present the projects on Saturday.
HOLY CRAP I DIDN'T SIGN UP FOR THIS (provided that's what's actually happening and I didn't miss something). The only benefit is that there's no use stressing about it because there's absolutely nothing I can do to prepare for it (aside from doing well in class and practicing lab stuff and etc) but oh my god, I am so absolutely terrified. I cannot come up with something in an hour! Crap! I mean, maybe we get more time the next day to plan it and carry it out, now that I'm trying to calm myself down by thinking about it. Ten hours is actually pretty long, compared to the fact that we usually get one hour to do a lab that's planned out for us in class. So maybe I'll be okay. Maybe. The idea of doing labs just stresses me out, as in, I'm actually going to have to think this through and work through all of it and get tons of help and lots of time, of which I cannot afford to waste any (does that sentence make sense?). I'm fine doing tests and quizzes and booklets. But a lab is a whole other story.
Don't get me wrong, I still love science deeply and enjoy learning about it. It's just that... for some reason, I feel more at ease in classes that don't require a calculator. I feel more at ease around words and meanings and writing. I just do. It's just who I am.

Perhaps it's just first-day jitters.

Ooh, guess how big my biggest class is? It's chem 30i (my option class!), and it's 13 kids! Although I think English might be... no, English 30i is ten kids. Bio 30i is eleven kids, and History 30i is solely the full IB kids- there are SEVEN of us in History. I was considering dropping that class until I found that out. No way I'm switching to some dash-one class full of 35 kids when I have this! This beautiful haven of intelligence, wonderfully lacking in immaturity. I am so excited for History now, I can't even tell you. I'll probably hate the word ideology by the time the diploma rolls around, but who cares? THERE'S SEVEN KIDS IN MY CLASS! Sweet joyous smallness!
That actually made my day, all my class sizes, especially because the assembly this morning featured several people telling us how big the school is this year- nine hundred eighty something kids. That's almost our full capacity. All the bleachers were absolutely PACKED.

I think more of the reason why I'm stressed this year is also because I want to do student council and try to help with starting another Literature club (which may or may not include me running the club, eek), I want to do NHS again, I have to apply for universities and scholarships (many of which revolve around leadership. I'm starting to wonder if leaders are really that hard to come across. We can't have a world full of leaders, don't forget that- the world needs some followers, too, otherwise we run into chaos. Either way I'm screwed because I'm not a leader in any way, shape, or form), and I have to figure out a way to do that gosh-darned CAS crap. I'm still woefully behind. Perhaps I should ask other people what they're doing. Or talk to our IB guy at school (the guy who runs the TOK classes and the general IB ness, such as world exam shit) and ask him how the eff I'm supposed to do this in the form of journal entries and do I have to get signatures or can I provide some other form of proof (such as, I don't know, a photocopy of piano exam certificates? Training for a piano exam takes a mighty long time) (in that case I could use my NaNo certificate from 2011)? And then there's just the general... oh my god, this is our last year- ness. I'm so scared for university, but if what I've been told is true about IB kids having less trouble with it, then I'm sure I'll be fine.

Also a little worried about the TOK essay. I'm not good at them... why do I have to identify specific areas of knowing? This is dumb!

Ah, well, we'll have to see what comes to pass. I would still love to see space but the heart-pounding-ness that idea used to induce in my has diminished. I'm fully convinced that because I get my math wrong so often and have to re-do it and it takes a very long time for me to do it, I'll never be able to get to high places in more math-y sciences (Physics and a little Chem). Maybe I should be a lawyer. The world still needs lawyers, doesn't it?

Maybe I should just stop worrying about what kind of careers the world needs filled and try to focus on helping other people (like today, when after taking in the recycling, I went to turn right but I pulled across the sidewalk. I saw a guy coming along down the sidewalk and since there was no one behind me, I backed up so he could cross the sidewalk without having to go out of his way. He smiled and waved and I felt pretty good about it) in the best way I can. Teaching others to write or at least helping them with it is probably one way. Perhaps I could teach science-y people how to write well and communicate effectively-- skills that many of them sorely need, as evidenced by several run on, confusing sentences in a chapter of a book my dad made me read. Come on, you're trying to tell us about this wonderful idea, these wonderful theories- but you can't form a sentence in a compelling way. Maybe I can help you, I'd like to think that when I apply myself I can write pretty damn good sentences. I know when to use apostrophes, when to use is and are, how to spell, the difference between adverbs and adjectives (I put it into a question. "You do it good," warbles the radio. "No," saith (is saith a word?) I, "think of it this way, pitiful entertainer. How do you do it? You do it well. How do you run? You don't run good. Your run well." Poor grammar is such a... well, it's so easy to stop.

Perhaps that ought to be my new goal in life: to help end the outbreak of poor grammar in the world. And not fancy grammar, like subject/predicate crap and clause and subclause. I never got any of that shit and it turns out I'll likely never need it even with a career in English (outside of high school English teacher). But just basic grammar, grammar we all need to know. You let that slip away and before you know it, who needs spelling? No, I say! Teach them grammar! Let them write good sentences!

yer pal,
swegan :)

Sunday, September 2, 2012

Small writer's rant:

SALLY AND TUP ARE DRIVING ME FARKING INSANE OH MY GOD AAAAAARGH. I just want them to cut out their bullshit and farking kiss each other, already! I mean, come ON. You both know you like each other, but you're too chicken to say it (although I suppose the darkness has something to do with that).
And I kind of hate Rhys for not saying something, but I get where he's coming from. He wants them to tell each other themselves. Also, I have to empathize with him, because he's just as frustrated as I am. Poor Rhys, stuck in the middle of their stupid soap opera.

But of course no, they won't get to kiss until the end, because I planned it that way two months ago and just argh. First they have to trek through the dystopian US (an author in a book I read was totally biased towards the awesomeness of the US in the fictional future she made up, part of which featured a WWIII in which all of North America fought but apparently only the US was remembered. This is probably because said author is an American. However, I am Canadian, and am thus biased towards Canada. So I decided to make the futuristic post-post-apocalyptic Canada in my story a nice little union of several kingdoms, while the US is a dystopian wasteland a la Book of Eli that has fallen into turmoil and is dangerous and unpleasant. Ha ha ha.) and get to Mexico (yeah. I made Mexico a kingdom too. Just 'cause) where it is... well, hotter. Literally. But I figure, the weather will go to their heads. NOT IN THAT WAY. But still... I just want to use the word lascivious in my story at least once, preferably to describe a breeze floating through giant windows and making giant white curtains billow dramatically in the evening air. With the sound of the ocean in the background. Ah, yes, the ending of my story will be quite sexy. But I am not there yet AND IT IS DRIVING ME UP THE WALL.

that's my rant.
yer pal,
swegan :)

I would like to see two movies:

1. You know those movies where the husband's gotten into some bad shit, he thinks it's almost done, and then all of a sudden his wife is kidnapped and he has to try and outsmart the kidnappers yet do exactly what they say or else they'll kill her or something? I want one like that, but reversed. I want the wife to have gotten into some bad shit and have this loving husband at home. Then, I want him to get kidnapped, and have her go on a crazy "pulse pounding thrill ride" or whatever it is critics say about those movies I mentioned earlier. I want her to shoot crazy guns, blow shit up, and drive cars dangerously. I would see that movie. It'd be great if they could do a good job of it, too.

2. A mashup of several movies. Like if you just took all the movies you liked and put them into one movie. Take, say, Star Trek, Star Wars, LOTR, The Avengers, Batman (Okay. I'm pretty sure those are all nerdy but whatever) and just make one movie out of it. I hate fanfiction, but I could go for this. And several times I've sort of done it in my head, like when my family was watching the unusuals and Jeremy Renner's character was being investigated, and Amber Tamblyn's character kept trying to figure out his secret and I was sitting there shouting "HE'S AN AVENGER. THAT'S IT." Until my parents told me to be quiet, that is.

Anyway. I seriously hope either or both of these happen in my lifetime. If not I may have to write the first one. And cast it. And direct it, to make sure they don't make the MC look like a slut. Come on, people. Let's have more women in action movies who dress in a normal way like normal people and who can drive fast cars, shoot big guns, and chase down bad guys. Let's make them like, 45, too. And let's make their husband loving but completely incapable of doing something like shooting a gun or driving dangerously. Let's reverse the roles. It'll be fun, I promise.

yer pal,
swegan :)

P.S. I just realized what a colossal dork I'm going to sound like to people after they read this post. And how much I just butchered the grammar in that last sentence.

Oh, Canadian Netflix...

I fear you may yet turn me into a hipster.

I'm not sure if the show "The IT Crowd" was ever a big hit- I'm guessing not, based on the fact that it's on Canadian Netflix (then again, Iron Man 2 is also on Canadian Netflix) (in addition to Thor and Captain America) (I still really like superheroes), but I laughed at the title the other day whilst my family was scrolling through potential TV shows to watch, and then my dad started playing an episode (I laughed at the title because I thought it was a play on "the 'it' crowd", as in, the cool kids, or whatever), and it's actually quite funny. It's like the Monty Python skits, but it's not Monty Python.

Either way, if you have Netflix it should probably be on there somewhere, so you should watch it. However, if I go to school and talk about it, I'm guessing nobody's going to know what I'm talking about, and then I'll say something like "oh, you probably haven't heard of it before" and then they're going to call me a hipster.

I'm watching you, Canadian Netflix. I'm watching you.

In other words, I tried to write 22K yesterday in six hours in an attempt to win NaNo. I had 18K left by 10:30 and then I gave up a little... well, there was this really intense scene, and after that I couldn't write, because FARK these two characters are involved in their dramatic little soap opera because of love and darkness and GOOD FARKING GOD I just want them to kiss each other already! ARGH!

I feel like my MC's twin brother. He's equally frustrated.

Oh god I sound creepy and odd. Please don't judge me!

yer pal,
swegan :)

P.S. I may or may not have developed another celebrity crush on one of the actors in the show I mentioned. I think it's pretty obvious who it is. Or maybe it isn't. I just think his arms are way too big for him to realistically play an IT guy. I mean, come on. There's actual muscle there. This guy's supposed to be a nerd! (Yes, I am generalizing. Again, don't judge. It's TV so I expect stereotypes. Although, he does have really nice arms and he crosses his arms a lot. It's a nice bonus to an already awesome show).