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Nov. 6th, 2011 01:09 amRealizing that the 5th of November is the day from Back to the Future made me way happier than anything involving the letter V.
I went to the the improv show for our campus comedy club. They're not Whose Line, sure, but it's a lot of fun guys just having a good time doing what they do. And I know a lot of the people in the club, so I know that it's really a lot of just what they do naturally. Funny people are neat like that. There's always this awkward pause after the show, where I want to hang around and congratulate them and chat them up, but I don't actually know any of them well enough to be considered a 'friend,' I think, and their closer buddies dominate the conversation while I stand all awkward on the sidelines. Seriously, how does social happen?
After this morning's My Little Pony, I needed to call up my sister. Too many emotions and feelings. We're two very, VERY different people, but we get along so well, and that's something I'm eternally grateful for. My sister is one of my biggest supporters in all I do, and I love her to no end.
I'm a little bit floored by how well NaNo is going; 11,366 words tonight, that's way beyond just my own personal goals, to say nothing of what the NaNo site desires. The chats and Word Wars I do are absolute godsends in terms of motivation. Tonight's round just flew by.
Favorite line of the night:
"This is art," blurted the voice as soon as he neared the painting.
"Well, that’s debatable, isn’t it," Wheatley replied.
Yeah, that's right. It's a Portal fic. What of it. I like this game, okay?
I went to the the improv show for our campus comedy club. They're not Whose Line, sure, but it's a lot of fun guys just having a good time doing what they do. And I know a lot of the people in the club, so I know that it's really a lot of just what they do naturally. Funny people are neat like that. There's always this awkward pause after the show, where I want to hang around and congratulate them and chat them up, but I don't actually know any of them well enough to be considered a 'friend,' I think, and their closer buddies dominate the conversation while I stand all awkward on the sidelines. Seriously, how does social happen?
After this morning's My Little Pony, I needed to call up my sister. Too many emotions and feelings. We're two very, VERY different people, but we get along so well, and that's something I'm eternally grateful for. My sister is one of my biggest supporters in all I do, and I love her to no end.
I'm a little bit floored by how well NaNo is going; 11,366 words tonight, that's way beyond just my own personal goals, to say nothing of what the NaNo site desires. The chats and Word Wars I do are absolute godsends in terms of motivation. Tonight's round just flew by.
Favorite line of the night:
"This is art," blurted the voice as soon as he neared the painting.
"Well, that’s debatable, isn’t it," Wheatley replied.
Yeah, that's right. It's a Portal fic. What of it. I like this game, okay?
