Hmmm. I seem to be made of win.

It's 10:14 on the last day of April and I just finished my NaNoWriAp! Still cutting it majorly close, but I technically finished more than an hour earlier than I finished last month, so I'm calling it an improvement.

Final word count: 52,996

I was listening to my Bon Jovi playlist for the last part of the story, so it ended up that "Always" (which is, incidentally, my favorite love song of all time) was playing when I crossed 50k and "Have A Nice Day" was playing when I finished.

Phew.

I'm going to go sleep for like a week now. Except that actually I have six huge exams coming up. So actually I'm going to go study.

*Sob*. Life.

Hmm. I seem to be made of fail.

Number of days left in April: 13

Number of words left in NaNoWriAp: 37,589

Number of AP Tests in less than one month: 5

Well, don't I just fail?

And now for the failure cherry on the top of our sundae of suck: so, last night I was going to get my little sister, and I was running barefoot across the lawn. It was really dark, and I smashed through what I think was probably this huge pile of sticks we have in our yard.

And it hurt.

Anyway I got back inside and my foot was bleeding like craaazy and it appears that I have managed to stab multiple holes in the bottom of my left foot. I can't walk on it, which means that I couldn't go to the mall today to get my shoes for prom... which is next Saturday. Joy.

On a happier note, I'm 17 now! Wooooo! It was my birthday on the 10th. For some reason I didn't blog. I also didn't blog the next Sunday (Easter! yay!), although I intended to because I wanted to upload the pictures of the awesome Star Wars Easter eggs that I made (I had this whole awesome Darth Vader/Yoda egg fight). I'd put those up now, except I can't find the cord for my camera. Coming Soon?

Oh yeah and I got a Twitter. http://www.twitter.com/StaciCooper

Phew. Could I cut it any closer?

Forty four minutes left in March, and I am FINISHED!!!!

Total word count: 51,577.

Phew. That was crazy. The song playing? "Loved Ones and Leaving", HP 5 soundtrack. Weirdly appropriate (as was the Hall of Prophecies for when I hit 50k.)

It is... goodish. As I said, I wrote most of it the first six days of the month, and did the last twelve thousand words or so between yesterday and today, which means that I had over twenty days in the middle to forget every single plot point I had going from the beginning of the month. So I'm pretty sure that it's a bit disjointed and... blegh, but it's not poorly written. I mean, the end was rushed. Poo.

Doesn't matter. I am DONE with the first three nanos of the year - only nine to go!

Whoa, what are the odds

I just checked my word count and it is EXACTLY 50,000 words. "The Hall of Prophecies" from the HP5 soundtrack was playing.

Gah I still have a lot more story to get through, though. Must keep writing! Must keep writing! Although technically I have officially won already.

With an hour and a half to go before the time is up, but hey. Winning is winning.

DOWN TO THE WIRE

It's a little after 8 o'clock PM on the last day of March and my MarNoWriMo is not complete. As in, 4,000 words shy of complete.

It's really coming down to the wire with this one. Basically what happened is that I wrote ridiculous amounts of words for the first six days of the month, and then didn't do anything again until... yesterday. Niiiice time management, Stace.

Anyway just thought I'd let you know that I'm mildly panicking. Now it's time to go WRITE LIKE CRAZY!!!!

Agony Agony DIE DIE DIE

Three months into NaNoWriYe, my entire lower right arm is about to FALL OFF. It's killing me. My wrist hurts the most, but it goes right down to my fingertips. AUGH!

At first I thought it had something to do with my burn - about a week ago I was making this pineapple upside down cake and I dropped it while I was taking it out of the oven and smashed my arm against the top of the oven trying to catch it. Second degree burns from pineapple upside down cake - I know. Anyway the burn has been bothering me, and it was hurting yesterday, so when my arm, like, exploded today I thought the burn had something to do with it.

Anyway now I think it has something to do with the insane amounts of typing that I've been doing. Sigh. Spectacular.

The man-whore is back

So remember how I wrote that essay a while back about Hedda Gabler? The one where I couldn't think of another word for "philanderer" and was seriously considering writing "man-whore"?

Yeah, that essay's back.

So for English class we have to do this literary criticism paper, and rather than writing a whole new essay just so we can insert litcrit, my teacher's letting us revise an old paper. And I was like... um, I don't remember any essays I've written. Like, all year. They were not exactly memorable pieces of work.

But I do remember the whole man-whore thing, even though I didn't really remember the rest of the essay. So I picked that one on a whim and I have spent the last HOUR sticking bits of literary criticism in and trying to smooth it all out so that they don't look tacked on (which they are). And yes, an hour is nothing when it comes to essay writing, but this is boring as poo. And I really want to just stop and go read some more of Corrupting Dr. Nice, and I can't, because this is due tomorrow and I WANT TO KILL HEDDA GABLER EXCEPT I CAN'T BECAUSE a) SHE'S FICTIONAL AND b) SHE ALREADY COMMITTED SUICIDE.

And I still can't think of another term for philanderer. 'Womanizer' is the best I've got, but now I've got the Britney Spears song stuck in my head, and that is not helping my mood.

Find a happy place.