Oh dear ugly god. Sims 3. It has eaten my life. I tried to make characters that looked like my characters and instead succeeded in making Cillian Murphy and Dean, the former of whom is a doctor and the latter of whom is a thug - not a descriptor of personality so much as one of vocation - and they live in marital bliss in what is debatably the ( Read more... )

Today I decided to continue with the messy process of writing my work in progress, a piece I haven't touched since about mid-September if the computer is anything to go by. And it was fucking agonizing. I got out of bed with a nice scene all planned out, but I decided I'd ease gently into it with some editing of stuff I had written prior. That went ( Read more... )

Shit is happening! The writing is still bad, though.

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( in which Our Heroine does things she can't quite figure out )

Still unedited. Still nonsensical. This part lags a bit but I had to slog through it to get to the next part, which is really when things start to pick up. I hope.

( In which Our Heroine has a fit )

 So this is my nano! As of yet the characters show little personality and the writing is mostly incoherent; I'm hoping that will change as I go. It has no title. I am hoping that, too, will change. Not edited! Not proofread! Pure, 100% waffle.

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“Can you make a toyol?” The voice on the other side of the line was tinny, slightly raspy, and the ( Read more... )

Apparently I'm doing NaNoWriMo this year.

No, I guess I really wasn't planning on passing my exams.

No, I guess I really wasn't planning on finishing That Thing. Ever.

On the upside: it will be good for me, probably? And I have bullied Sab into doing it with me. After
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Shit-

( Shit- )

There will be no clean copy paper in hell.

Today on the train I sat next to a man who smelled of coconut rum. It's a sweet acrid smell that clamps around your nostrils, shoves everything out of the way; it makes you think strange things.

Today I got on the tram and a man was crying on the street. His face had the shade of red that indicates crying ( Read more... )

I got a H1 on my cholera essay!

At least that's one subject I know I'm not going to FAIL.

In an epic story of Gen Y failure: C., ompgc  and I were sitting in ompgc's Physics lecture. Incidentally, neither C. nor I do Physics. We just didn't feel like going to our own. ompgc and I were sitting next to each other, C. diagonally back from me.

All of us within a 1m radius, and we were communicating by SMS. Or not-SMS, in my case. C. has unlimited ( Read more... )