After A Short Break...Frogs Make Bad Earplugs... Well DUR.

So I've decided that this Blog- thingy thing shall be my writing Blog.... thingy thing. Yeah, only because I don't feel like posting on LJ very much and I like Blogger right now. And of course, in my first entry or so, I mentioned a story I was starting. Well, thats troy has actually begun. It's called 'NaScent' and it's pretty spanky (my level3 biology teacher used that particular word to describe a pair of red pumps, and that teacher looks like Dobby according to Natsuki, so whatever).

I've written five complete chapters and I planned for about twelve, but I'm not done planning. I still gotta figure out the ending in complete. But I've been in a rut for a while now, only because I'm super busy with fundraising so I can go to Germany and Czechslavakia, HL homework and thoughts about boys, dentists and possible prom dates.

For some reason, my Aristocrat name is:
Your Peculiar Aristocratic Title is:
Countess Samantha the Glutinous: of Oxbridge by Camford

I'm not glutinous, by the way. I'm slim but I do eat alot. Like last night, I ate so much at Dufferin's Staff party. And when my father decided to go to the bar to get a beer and my mother was microwaving her steak, I was drinking Pepsi and I was doing an interior monologue. And I never do monologues. I hate writing in first person unless it's in a journal. Or Blog. I have a notebook journal, so I can practice my handwriting. I ought to, becuase right now, my thumbs are stiff and I'm mispelling words left and right.

Anywho, interior monologue. I was doing that, staring off at the director (who is an old man, for your information) and then I realized that I'm staring pointlessly and I stopped. I hate that so much. Then I realized that I was better off doing that becuase my parent's conversations were twice as boring as my momologue.

Once, I was on the bus, listening to music on my Samsung MP3 player (I don't even know the name of it...) and I was thinking of some plot points for NaScent (How does one pronounce that? I say it with a British accent: NAH (an the second part Quebecois French)- sance), one was that Ryan (Antagonists, true name Ryanose, he's a snake BTW) wanted Kippery (Protangonist, in her past life, she broke off her deal with Ryanose {who is a snake that can grant one's deepest desire} by suicide/murder and now is stuck paying the debt by becoming his girlfriend and submitting to him) to break her hymen or something like that so that their first time wouldn't hurt for Kippery. Then I realize that it would be more realistic if Ryan did it for her. But whatever, that's not the main beef here. Another muse I started was the conversaton between Roy (he likes Kippery but hates Ryan, nicknames him Emo Guy but Ryan retaliates by calling him the Unfortunate Soul) and Sayoku (she's from Japan and is visiting with Kippery but she's too busy with Ryan, so Sayoku stays with Roy most of the time. Ryan is also trying to reel Sayoku in to giving up her heart to him). They have the most interesting conversation in which they figure out that Ryan is not who he is all cracked up to be and that Kippery is in danger, somehow.

But stupid me forgot to whip out my laptop or my notebook to write all of this down. Damn it. *ANGST* Now I can't finish chapter six until the month finishes and until I remember the convo or think of a new one.