Unhhhh... I am so utterly full... I haven't been this full in a longgg time...
Needless to say, Day One was good.
I just got back from the NaNo Kickoff at Moxie's. I ate more than I have in weeks! I even had a small (their version of small, anyways) dessert! Not to mention new people and great companionship for several hours. And all for less than 15 bucks!
I love Canada.
That being said, here's how my first day of NaNoWriMo went.
I borrowed my brother's 'Real Men Don't Need Viagra' shirt and wore a long comfy jean skirt my best friend left at my house over the summer. I also wore my funky glasses on their cool librarian chain instead of my contacts. After last week, I'm sick to death of makeup and dressing up. I love Halloween, but there's a limit. Everything has a price, after all.
I wrote this morning while gloating in my new wake-up hour thanks to the time change. I even snuck in a paragraph or two before the announcements (which I film/broadcast every morning with my friend Becca). The bells were being reprogrammed, so we had a little trouble with times, but we still got the national anthem and announcements off fine.
The morning passed quickly, thanks to my crazy (and totally awesome) Social Studies teacher, Mr. Morris. I even managed to finish my french homework in English class. At lunch, I went to Drama Club for all of five minutes before deciding that my time was better spent elsewhere. I ended up in the library, next to some Grade 9s who decided that playing musical computers, instead of fixing the simple problems with each one, would be funny. Luckily, the only other black chick in the school, Bridgette, effectively put an end to it by taking the chair and computer next to me.
Bridgette's pretty quiet, but I like her. At first I was apprehensive because of her clothing choices: designer clothes from head to toe. Being the completely carefree dresser I am, this bugged me. However, I am above judging people by their clothing and looks, and I've discovered that she's quite cool. She spent the lunch hour looking up her old school in Jamaica online. This inspired me to take a break from my furious writing and see if I could find my old french private elementary (shudder) school. Luckily, I couldn't.
I made it through the rest of the day, even finding a monologue to perform tomorrow in Drama Club. We got our report cards *shudder* and got let out early. I took advantage of it to lie on the freezing hard ground (without a coat, of course).
The first round of busses was pulling away when I realized that I hadn't emailed my updated novel to myself. The horror! All that work, wasted! I ran like no tomorrow and managed to email it to myself and still catch my bus, even fitting in a bit of chit chat with this cool chick I met named Mindy.
I came home and wrote. And wrote and wrote and wrote. I kicked the 2300 word mark right as we had to leave for Moxie's. I'm quite proud of what I wrote, actually. I'll create a new page for my novel and leave the link later.
Moxie's rocked. There was about 8 of us there, and we talked, swapped tales and suggestions, ntm horror stories from our past. I actually wrote a little notebook-blog there, that I shall type in tomorrow since I have loads yet to do tonight.
Speaking of the endless loads, I shall have to finish this later. I have to write a skit and make puppets of some kind for tomorrow in French. Yeah, yeah. I know. 30-level Enriched French and I'm lowered to making puppets. But what can I do? Tell your complaints to my teacher.
-MistWeaver
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