I love being a nerd.

So, I go on obsessive binges and then get over it for a while. And then go back. I'll obsess over it for a few days/weeks and then I'll stop for a bit. (Point in case: Questionable Content.)

My latest thing to obsess over?

http://www.gallifreyone.com/

Doctor Who Con in LA. Which is ... relatively close. I could drive there it's that close. And ... Doctor Who nerds. And.

Do I really need to explain myself?

It looks SO AWESOME. And my cousin might go with me. (I don't wanna go alone.) And CLAIRE might go with me. (But that's still a very large 'maybe' at this point.) I think I am completely justified in being excited for this.

Anyway. Going to obsess/socialize now.

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Seeeee, Liz? I posted even AFTER you left!

HERE LAUREN

Okay, so, last night I was supposed to blog and I didn't and Lauren has been very upset with me all day.

So, I forgot to blog because the Child came over and ended up spending the night.

Yes, I'm making excuses. Shut up and listen to the cute story.

So, it's about nine at night and he's getting fussy and at one point I'm sitting on my bed and he's on the ground rolling around trying to see how much noise he can make without outright crying. Finally he's like "): I need you to help me."

And at that point I was like *annoyed* If I help you I'm going to pick you up and you're going to sit on my lap, quietly.

And the Child was like *nodnodnod* O.O

So, I picked him up and turned off the light and he was like "D: I don' wanna sleep!"

"Shh, we're sitting. See? No sleeping."

And he was out in five minutes.

Now, a while later, when I was pretty sure he was asleep I stood up to go put him in his bed. Where he sleeps. And doesn't bother me. When I stood up, he mumbled, "I wan' Sarah's bed." So I sat back down.

He sits up, looking as miffed as a three year old can, and crawls off my lap, curling up on my blankets and going back to sleep.

Thus, I was kicked out of my bed.

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There, see? That was SO CUTE, how can you be mad at me for not blogging?

Yeah. Yup. Uhhuh.

Right so, Glind told me that we're updating our blogs every day from now on. And as long as I get to ramble and grumble about T&D, that should work out fine, as long as I remember.

So, my most pressing issue right now is LAUREN SHOULD FOCUS. )<

Really though. THIS is what happens when we don't focus. And it is entirely her fault.

Aside from that, I'm about 10k into a draft of Truth that I think I'm going to keep, and it seems like it's probably going to cooperate. Still in the beginning stages of the plot. Fuuuuunnnn ...

I don't feel good, so excuse me for this kind of crappy post.

Also, holy CRAP, it's '11. That's insane.

On a related note, when I rule the world, it will be required for EVERYONE to carry chocolate on them. All the time.

NaNoWriMo

I haven't posted since NaNo started, and I have a good reason for that.

I'm a hundred words short of 8,000.

And going a bit crazy.

Day 2 went much like this:



I love my friends for being my conscience during NaNo. I also love the competition they present. (The only reason I'm at almost-8-thousand is because Greg - the prat - is at 11k as of tonight.)

I'm going to sleep. No use in depriving myself of any more sleep if I'm not writing.

Goodnight world. You've been good to me.

The Countdown

This blog comes to you in two related parts:

Part 1

28 days, 10 hours, 32 minutes, and 11 seconds until NaNoWriMo.

Oh yes, it's that time of year again. *spaz*

The site relaunched and the forums are squeaky new! There are so many PEOPLE around now! Forums are constantly moving. I love it. I've got a plot idea and my fingers are twitching and I want it to be November already!

Part 2

It's our friendaversary! Lauren, Annie, Taylor, and Claire, we met a year ago today (just about)! Yay us!

Cheers.

Of airports and such ...

So. I'm at the airport again.

I do this entirely too often.

We are way too early. And I'm bored. There aren't even interesting people to watch yet. That's how insanely early we are.

This is what I look like when I'm bored:

And sideways, apparently. Dunno how to fix that, plus I'm lazy. So you get Sideways!Sarah.

This is me being grumpy at the sun:



I have a headache and I'm vaguely grumpy and I"m running on one hour of sleep yay!

There's a Coke truck driving around out there by the planes. Heheh, it looks tiny. Stupid soda truck. S'gonna get smooshed.

Now there's nothing. Eh.

I'm so tired. I'm going to sleep now. *passes out *

I'm sorry, what?

You know what I hate?

People who make things a racial issue.

Bloody hell.

I'm probably the least racist person you'll ever meet. I honestly can have a whole conversation with someone and not realize if they're black or white or Norwegian, and I honestly don't CARE.

I said something to my friend yesterday, about the color white, and how no one likes the color white and it's boring and overlooked, but it's a brilliant color because it's every color at once. (Yes, Trix. I WAS stealing from Abby.)

And today, this woman (who I generally like; she's like my friend's aunt.) says, about me saying that "no one likes the color white" that she wonders if I was feeling the pain of the white people, or the persecuted black people, and how no one likes the white people. And then she continued to ramble for a bit on how no one is black or white and this and that and I mostly tuned out.

What. The. Hell. (Of course my response was more like, "Um ... no, that's not what I was going for. I was just saying that ... white is a ... generally overlooked color.")

Did I say ANYTHING about races? I don't even. Stop putting words in my mouth.

It's not that big of a deal. It just sort of added to my stressful morning.

Anyway. Wanted to rant. Finished now.