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Friday, 12 November 2010 10:34 amYesterday - completely unproductive, as both da and bro found out I had the day off and I got roped into going out to da's under the promise of learning to drive my car. Then I didn't get to, because we spent four hours at da's. /: And then I had a GS meeting, where we did absolutely nothing except make me feel even more self-conscious than I already do about not having a boyfriend.
(I mean, I know troop leader wants nice pictures of us, but did she have to set up a Christmas party that's basically a five-way date night? I already feel awkward enough at the regular meetings, since all everybody seems to want to talk about is their boyfriends and their dates while I sit around feeling like a freak because I have no social life, but now I get to spend at least three hours sitting around feeling like a freak because I have no social life, surrounded by my friends and their boyfriends, who are also my friends, in what's certain to be an ill-fitting or ugly dress - or no dress at all, in which case I'll physically be more comfortable while feeling even more like a freak because I just had to wear pants. And I can't get out of it. And it's right before Christmas. If I sound at all bitter about this, it's because I am.)
Today is shaping up to be the same way, at least as far as the whole driving and unproductivity go, since bro conned his way out of work for the day and has errands and stuff to run, and I'm probably going with him under promise of learning to drive my car, and also cheesesteaks.
I wonder if the entirety of mAlice is going to end up ~6800 words? Because that's how much I'll probably have to write tomorrow. (Meanwhile I'm getting plotbunnies for other things, and at this point I'm considering giving in to them today and just writing my ass off tomorrow.) You wouldn't think it'd be terribly difficult to just maximise a window and start writing, but somehow it is.
(I mean, I know troop leader wants nice pictures of us, but did she have to set up a Christmas party that's basically a five-way date night? I already feel awkward enough at the regular meetings, since all everybody seems to want to talk about is their boyfriends and their dates while I sit around feeling like a freak because I have no social life, but now I get to spend at least three hours sitting around feeling like a freak because I have no social life, surrounded by my friends and their boyfriends, who are also my friends, in what's certain to be an ill-fitting or ugly dress - or no dress at all, in which case I'll physically be more comfortable while feeling even more like a freak because I just had to wear pants. And I can't get out of it. And it's right before Christmas. If I sound at all bitter about this, it's because I am.)
Today is shaping up to be the same way, at least as far as the whole driving and unproductivity go, since bro conned his way out of work for the day and has errands and stuff to run, and I'm probably going with him under promise of learning to drive my car, and also cheesesteaks.
I wonder if the entirety of mAlice is going to end up ~6800 words? Because that's how much I'll probably have to write tomorrow. (Meanwhile I'm getting plotbunnies for other things, and at this point I'm considering giving in to them today and just writing my ass off tomorrow.) You wouldn't think it'd be terribly difficult to just maximise a window and start writing, but somehow it is.