I haven't updated anything yet, but I'm done with NaNo! I finished sometime last week and didn't even realize it. I opened my story yesterday and saw the word count, and then I breathed a sigh of relief. This month has been a mess. We double booked ourselves this weekend (we straightened it out, thankfully) and then thinking about everything that we have to do in the upcoming months to finally get settled...it's been stressful. This is why people shouldn't laugh when I say I wish I was a wizard. Wave my wand and poof! Everything is in its place and I can relax.
So now I have two more days of work and then I'm off for about five days. It's terribly exciting because I'll have time to really clean the house and (drumroll, please) I'm going to pull out the Amory manuscript. I've been thinking about it a lot lately and it's just sitting there in my nightstand, waiting patiently. So while I have absolutely nothing to do (well, relatively less to do), I'm going to get started on it. The house will be quiet, all the crazy people will be out trying to buy things that they don't need, and I'll (hopefully) have a clean house. Throw in some tea, and it'll be perfect.
What does that mean for today, though? Well, I have nothing to update, really. I'm done with NaNo, I'll start Amory this week, and my house is a mess. Did that cover everything?
Does that mean I'm allowed a little rant?
It's not so much a rant as it is somewhat of an epiphany. When I was a teenager, I used to subscribe religiously to Seventeen and YM. Really, I did it for the hot guys in there, but I liked to read those magazines from cover to cover and try to learn something. One of the articles that has always stuck with me was this one about body language and how to hold yourself in certain situations. For example, instead of leaning back and tapping your pencil during class, lean forward, place your hand under your chin, and cross your ankles under your desk. It'll make it appear as though you're paying attention.
The magazine never told you to actually pay attention. They just said to make it look like you were.
Anyway, another piece of advice they gave was, when dancing, don't move to every single beat. Skip a beat, tap your feet every now and again, and you'll be a winner. I think about that each time we go to a concert and see people thrashing around to whatever beat they hear in their head. As it's supposed to be. Because I have no idea what YM was talking about. Why did they think that they could dictate our dance moves? I only thought about all this because we went to a concert on Friday night and I saw this one girl dancing like no one was watching. Her friend kept glancing at her and trying to imitate her, like the first girl was YM. It made me kind of sad.
Basically; dance how you want. Go nuts. Everyone else is too busy having fun to care how you're dancing.
Well, unless you're thrashing around and ramming your elbow into my side several hundred times and swinging your hair into my mouth. Then I'm going to care, GIRL THAT WOULDN'T STOP ON FRIDAY.
Now I'm done. For everyone that celebrates it, have a happy Thanksgiving, and be careful on Friday if you are brave enough to venture outside of your house. I'll be thinking of you while I'm wrapped up in my TARDIS blanket with my laptop out, buying things safely from my couch.
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