"I'm the dandy highwayman and you're too scared to mention"
Day Twenty Eight - This Year, In Great Detail
This year started out with fireworks, alcohol, the drunken lighting of a chinese lantern and watching Adam Ant on Top Of The Pops 2 while finishing off a packet of breadcrumb-covered, cheese-filled jalepeneo peppers. I don't think there's been much that's rivalled that for excitement - I stopped going to the pub when timetable changed; I worked on homework; I started a stupid blog project which, as I near the end of it, I am ignoring in favour of rambling about poems and Taylor Swift/Lautner. Other than including Glee into my weekly TV schedule, I don't think much has changed. Or I can't remember. I don't know.
I think I'm going to sign up to novel_bigbang. I should be concentrating on typing/re-writing my NaNo to get it printed out, but I can't be bothered. The story's not going anywhere, the villains don't seem right and the crappy handwriting is bugging me. So, maybe if I sign up to this, I'll have something else to concentrate on. And this way, it's 20,000 words in five months, which sounds do-able, even with my schedule (I say that like I'm busy; there are people out there that work, or work and study and still have time for a social life, whereas I'm so pathetic sometimes that I can't even deal with the uni workload and one night out a week). I've checked out some inspiration sites and I've a vague idea of what to do, so.
Stuff it. I'm going to sign up. Here goes nothing.
Done. Signed up, and I think I might go with the story about the girl who bases herself on stereotypes, but I don't know. I'll have to see how it goes. And now I'm absolutely terrified about writing... eek!