I finished the script for The Nameless Epic Doctor Who Fanfic Comic of Doom!  Whee!

Now I just need a title for it...

I was not pleased with this morning.  I'm better now, but this morning was just evil, I thought.

I got up, showered, got dressed and ready for school, you know, the whole eleven yards.  I look at the clock.  6:55.  Fifteen minutes before we usually leave.  I walked towards the bathroom, and I noticed my brother's light was off.  I peeked inside his room.  He was still asleep.  I wanted to curse at him, but his room is right next to my parent's room.  Anyway, I woke him up and told him to get ready.  He started whining about how I didn't get him up earlier.  I ground my teeth and calmly reminded him that he has an alarm clock (mine) to wake him.  Later, I went to check on him again, and he was standing there, fiddiling with that-piece-of-crap GameCube in his room.  I asked him if he was ready to go. He replied, "No."  I took a deep breath and said "Then get ready."  He then had the nerve to act like I had no right to tell him to get ready, like I hadn't been ready myself for the past half hour.  Anyway, he finally gets ready, we get out to the van, and I realize that I have to scrape the ice off the windshield.  Five minutes to find the scrapie-thingy, four to scrape the windshield.  Sure, it doesn't sound bad, but in twenty-two-degrees-Fahrenheit weather, it felt bad.  It was 7:29.  I sat in the front seat, seething while nursing my hands.  We got to the high school, and we noticed a conspicuous lack of vehicles.  We flipped the radio over to the local station, and lo and frickin' behold, school was cancelled.  I put up with all that crap, and it turned out there was no school to begin with.  I.  Was.  Pissed.

My dad thought it was funny.

Bastard.

You had to have been there.

Well, another holiday has come and gone.  First off, to The Two of You Who Read This Journal, I hope you had a merry Christmas.  Mine was rather uneventful.  I got up, opened up my presents, then proceeded to go back to bed while my brother played Super Mario Galaxy.  I had wanted to play, but he said that I "would die too quickly."  Freakin' toolbag.

Secondly, I decided to give a little update-y announcement-y thing-y (hyphens are fun!!!) on The Nameless Epic Doctor Who Fanfic Comic of Doom.  That's its unofficial name, because as anyone who can read will tell you, the comic is currently nameless. 

Name suggestions would be greatly appreciated. 

*cough* Lookin' at you, Alex! *coughcough*

Anyway, right now, the rough draft is being typed and formatted and stuff like that.  After Christmas break, once we get back to school, I intend to start editing extensively.  There's a whole bunch of stuff I need to take out, rearrange, and possibly even add.  Not too much, though.  The rough draft is way too big as it is.  (90 pages italicized on College-Rule Looseleaf:  Hassle = Very Yes!!!)  Once I finish editing, I'm sending the script (yes, it's in script format; I'm somewhat comforted by scripts.) to my good friend Alyssa (spell check please...I'm no good with names...) who will be adding her own suggestions and eventually drawing it. 

So, yeah.  That's about it. 

I'm just a bit paranoid (as I am 24/7) that something will go wrong, my script will never get finished, and that I will have wasted a whole semester (and 45 pages of College-Rule Looseleaf).

But that's just me being My Usual Paranoid, Yet Obnoxiously Lovable, Self.

Right?

 I'm not quite sure how to describe today, really.

First, I woke up at 5:00 in the morning, because a power outage screwed up my alarm clock.  That wasn't all that bad, though.  

It got a bit worse, however, when I saw on the news that our school, Good Ol' CHS (catch the sarcasm?), was the only school in the surrounding area that was still open.  I don't know whose brilliant idea that was.  

Later, my idiot brother, in all his infinite wisdom, decides to start looking for his school things five minutes before we leave, which meant I had to sit in the car for about 10-15 minutes waiting on him.  It was very frustrating.  

Let's see, what else?  The power went out at about 9:00-ish, so we were sitting in the school with no lights, no phones, no nothing. (Pardon the double negative.)  My friends and I ended up sitting in a circle, complaining about the day and, eventually, singing.  No "Kum-Bah-Ya", though.  I wouldn't have it.

I wound up being taken home by my mother at about 10:30, and I played Rayman Raving Rabbids 2 the rest of the day.

There's something oddly heartbreaking about a crying Rabbid.  

There's a minigame on Raving Rabbids 2 called, "Are We There Yet?", where ten Rabbid children are shown onscreen, and some of them are acting up.  Your job is to smack the misbehaving ones by pointing at them with the Wii-mote and slapping with the Nunchuck.  Well, when you accidentally smack a "good" Rabbid, their eyes get all big, and they start crying wretchedly.  I don't know why, but when that happens, I stop and go, "Awwwww...."  It's kind of sad.

That's all I've got for now.  I'll be sure to forget to update pretty soon, so for the 2 of you who read this, later!

That was a really crappy sign-off, if I do say so myself.

Sorry about the long gap between entries.  I get distracted easily.  Anyway, I'm almost done with the script for my first Internet-fanfic-thingy.  It's got a bit of everything in it, from Doctor Who to Psych, and maybe a bit of Shaun of the Dead.  It may sound like rubbish, but I've been told it reads very well.  I'm thinking it'll be done before Christmas break, but it might be ready a bit sooner, depending on how life goes.

Time Crash pwned.  Enough said.

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