Halloween Tomfoolery, and Jason Hasn't Got Me a Pirate's Sock.
NaNoWriMo is so close. In a matter of hours I'll be putting those first words to paper - or screen, to be more accurate, as this time I have the luxury of my very own laptop with which to write. Yay!
Since my earlier entry it's been a fairly eventful day. My English Language lecture was actually on Language and Mind - psycholinguistics and all that jazz - and it went brilliantly, as usual. I managed to get a lot of stuff down, and I really ought to make a start soon on that essay of mine!
On the way back from university I decided to take a quick detour into KFC as I was starving. While waiting for my food a man came up to the counter, dropped a bag at his feet and then stood there, muttering to himself. Not long after I'd twigged to his presence he said to the ladies on the counter "can you serve me now?", then, aggressively, "where's my fucking food?" - not even a pause between the utterances so the staff could answer or see to him. Then he made a spitting noise at them, grabbed his bag and stormed out of the shop. I, meanwhile, was stood there like "whoa". Partially baffled, partially worried he was going to just turn on me for no reason - he seemed to have a screw loose.
So yes, there's my 'crazy man in Belfast' tale for the day. When I got back home it was raining and nearly dark, and Cheeky has been going insane because of the fireworks over here. In Northern Ireland they set fireworks off at Halloween but not on Bonfire Night, and in England they set fireworks off on Bonfire Night but not Halloween so it's been quite an amusing change. The slightest pop outside has Cheeky barking like a lunatic, and now that Sophie's been taking her upstairs she's started barking at night as well for someone to take her up. The thing is she's not really allowed upstairs, as such.
Shannon, Sophie, Amy and Lee (the latter two being my niece (4) and nephew (12)) all went trick-or-treating earlier, which gave me a little peace as it's been hectic in here today; Shannon made me paint her face to look like a witch but we had no face paint in the house, so we broke into Mum's makeup collection. After about fifteen minutes Shannon was covered in green eyeshadow, with bright red lips, smudgy purple around the eyes and a few eyeliner 'warts' - it looked pretty good; I'd post a picture but a) I can't get them off my phone and onto the laptop and b) she'd kill me; I swore to no posting them on the Internet. You'll just have to take my word for it!
What to write about, what to write about? Jason got me a present while he was in Southport but he didn't tell me right away what it was, so we had this silly guessing game all day via text where I tried to find out what it was. My guesses were as follows...
An hour and a quarter(ish) until NaNoWriMo starts. My plan is to write 1500 words on each novel, then go to bed, then write another 1500 during the day. Maybe a bit on the bus to and from university, and I also have a free period between my Philosophy lecture and my English Language tutorial. I could get a few words in during that. That way, when I get home, I won't have much to do on my novel and I can try and get a large chunk of my Philosophy essay out of the way, while it's due on the 11th. I've also joined Smashwords, which will prove to be mighty handy when I've finally got a novel finished to the point where I'd consider publishing it.
One hour and eight minutes.
Since my earlier entry it's been a fairly eventful day. My English Language lecture was actually on Language and Mind - psycholinguistics and all that jazz - and it went brilliantly, as usual. I managed to get a lot of stuff down, and I really ought to make a start soon on that essay of mine!
On the way back from university I decided to take a quick detour into KFC as I was starving. While waiting for my food a man came up to the counter, dropped a bag at his feet and then stood there, muttering to himself. Not long after I'd twigged to his presence he said to the ladies on the counter "can you serve me now?", then, aggressively, "where's my fucking food?" - not even a pause between the utterances so the staff could answer or see to him. Then he made a spitting noise at them, grabbed his bag and stormed out of the shop. I, meanwhile, was stood there like "whoa". Partially baffled, partially worried he was going to just turn on me for no reason - he seemed to have a screw loose.
So yes, there's my 'crazy man in Belfast' tale for the day. When I got back home it was raining and nearly dark, and Cheeky has been going insane because of the fireworks over here. In Northern Ireland they set fireworks off at Halloween but not on Bonfire Night, and in England they set fireworks off on Bonfire Night but not Halloween so it's been quite an amusing change. The slightest pop outside has Cheeky barking like a lunatic, and now that Sophie's been taking her upstairs she's started barking at night as well for someone to take her up. The thing is she's not really allowed upstairs, as such.
Shannon, Sophie, Amy and Lee (the latter two being my niece (4) and nephew (12)) all went trick-or-treating earlier, which gave me a little peace as it's been hectic in here today; Shannon made me paint her face to look like a witch but we had no face paint in the house, so we broke into Mum's makeup collection. After about fifteen minutes Shannon was covered in green eyeshadow, with bright red lips, smudgy purple around the eyes and a few eyeliner 'warts' - it looked pretty good; I'd post a picture but a) I can't get them off my phone and onto the laptop and b) she'd kill me; I swore to no posting them on the Internet. You'll just have to take my word for it!
What to write about, what to write about? Jason got me a present while he was in Southport but he didn't tell me right away what it was, so we had this silly guessing game all day via text where I tried to find out what it was. My guesses were as follows...
- A lemon
- A hat-shaped lemon
- Caravan
- A windowframe
- Captain Cabinets trapped in cabinets can he get out will he get out course he will!
- Kentish town Kentish town yes, Kentish town Kentish town no!
- A puddle of ninjas
- A lake of ninjas
- A magical flying Chicken Arrabbiata (<3)
- A talking dingo
- A live mattress
- The very spot on which Mike Oldfield got the idea for Tubular Bells
- Something naughty which I'm not allowed to broadcast
- A pirate's sock
An hour and a quarter(ish) until NaNoWriMo starts. My plan is to write 1500 words on each novel, then go to bed, then write another 1500 during the day. Maybe a bit on the bus to and from university, and I also have a free period between my Philosophy lecture and my English Language tutorial. I could get a few words in during that. That way, when I get home, I won't have much to do on my novel and I can try and get a large chunk of my Philosophy essay out of the way, while it's due on the 11th. I've also joined Smashwords, which will prove to be mighty handy when I've finally got a novel finished to the point where I'd consider publishing it.
One hour and eight minutes.