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The meaning of words.
Wednesday, 5 November 2003 00:29Woke up, took a Sociology test. Deciding to wake up at 8 instead of my normal 7:30, I missed breakfast and headed straight for class. After the test, I went to Hasbrouck where I had some conversation with Nick. After which, we both headed our separate ways, and I resumed my NaNoWriMo novel, entitled "At the Heart of the Matter," a Resident Evil fanfic. Check out the Prologue if you desire:
https://www.fanfiction.net/read.php?storyid=1587454
I had a wonderful morning from there. At exactly 10:30 AM, I got the first phone call from Rach. Now we know what we sound like. We spent an hour (literally) chatting, having fun with our minds in our respective gutters, respectively. LOL. Needless to say, we would have talked for a while longer, except I had to go to work. Poo. The three hour McShift actually flew by, then I headed to chorus to get my fill of Mozart and his crazy fugues. We are just about concert ready. Our concert is November 11th. Come see it! After choir, I typed some more of the NaNoWriNo, then headed to Hasbrouck for a tiny blip, after which I did some more writing. Hung out with Julia and Larysa for a short time before I headed to Deyo's "Battle of the Sexes." I didn't like it. The premise was simple enough--guys write questions they want to ask the girls, and vice versa for the girls. Thing is--every question was sex related. While this came as no surprise, I found many of the things mentioned disagreeable, disgusting and morally wrong, and so I left after about an hour in.
Got back, and talked to Rach, who was feeling quite sick. Feel better! (hug) I felt a sense of love, a warm fuzzy when I was told that she stayed on AIM just to talk to me when I returned. Despite the fact that an early bedtime could have been higher on the priority list than talking to me, she hung around. She left shortly thereafter, and I continued with the writing until now, where I am about to enter the adult section of my mind, complete with all the nuances and accoutrements of pleasure. I think Shawn said it best in his made up Shakespeare quote: "Self-love, my liege, is not so vile a sin as self-neglecting." Translation: we should masturbate more.
I leave with one more bit of trivia: I filled my word quota!
Current NaNoWriMo novel word count: 3,508/50,000. 7% completed! Only 46,492 words remain!
Nighty night. Sleep well. Get well quick, Rach.
https://www.fanfiction.net/read.php?storyid=1587454
I had a wonderful morning from there. At exactly 10:30 AM, I got the first phone call from Rach. Now we know what we sound like. We spent an hour (literally) chatting, having fun with our minds in our respective gutters, respectively. LOL. Needless to say, we would have talked for a while longer, except I had to go to work. Poo. The three hour McShift actually flew by, then I headed to chorus to get my fill of Mozart and his crazy fugues. We are just about concert ready. Our concert is November 11th. Come see it! After choir, I typed some more of the NaNoWriNo, then headed to Hasbrouck for a tiny blip, after which I did some more writing. Hung out with Julia and Larysa for a short time before I headed to Deyo's "Battle of the Sexes." I didn't like it. The premise was simple enough--guys write questions they want to ask the girls, and vice versa for the girls. Thing is--every question was sex related. While this came as no surprise, I found many of the things mentioned disagreeable, disgusting and morally wrong, and so I left after about an hour in.
Got back, and talked to Rach, who was feeling quite sick. Feel better! (hug) I felt a sense of love, a warm fuzzy when I was told that she stayed on AIM just to talk to me when I returned. Despite the fact that an early bedtime could have been higher on the priority list than talking to me, she hung around. She left shortly thereafter, and I continued with the writing until now, where I am about to enter the adult section of my mind, complete with all the nuances and accoutrements of pleasure. I think Shawn said it best in his made up Shakespeare quote: "Self-love, my liege, is not so vile a sin as self-neglecting." Translation: we should masturbate more.
I leave with one more bit of trivia: I filled my word quota!
Current NaNoWriMo novel word count: 3,508/50,000. 7% completed! Only 46,492 words remain!
Nighty night. Sleep well. Get well quick, Rach.
