I feel like a jerk for complaining about my friends like that yesterday. My sweet friend, Sarah, is getting married next weekend, and she was trying to make me feel better about having to house and transport people. You know you've gone too far when you're making the bride guilty when she's got the weight of the world on her shoulders. I apologize for sounding like a bitch.
Anyway, to prove once more that I have better friends than I deserve, I'm going with the bride and groom (Sarah and Graham), Sebastian, our friend Kathleen, and some other fun company to a Medieval Faire tomorrow morning. As of right now, I'm regrettably wearing boring normal clothes, because apparently garb of the Middle Ages is harder to come by than I'd expected. Even in the magical costume cave I call a bedroom, I'm fresh out of tunics and chain mail, and there isn't a long-sleeved, floor-length gown to be seen. I'm still laughing about a comment from youtube subscriber and blog follower VicMorrowsGhost, in which he suggested we dress as plague victims, sort of like "ye olde zombies." I have also considered burning holes through my street clothes to be Joan of Arc, or Kathleen's suggestion of just wearing opaque tights and a green shirt. We'll see what becomes of these ideas, or whether I'll rough it in ye olde shorts and t-shirt.
Okay, time to go write for real. This blog post is one of today's few irritating distractions from working, along with this quickie video I made, and the Donato's pizza I scarfed. I also went for a quick run, just to burn off some energy, and spent the entire time hearing a conversation between two of my characters play over and over inside my head. They are so real sometimes, it almost makes me sick.
Sexy: Those days when it feels like you've only written a paragraph, because it all comes so smoothly and effortlessly, and then you realize it's been twelve pages. And you're not spent yet. I've come to the realization that I'm no longer at the age where it's a funny, outrageous thing to suggest that I can write a decent novel. I'm doing it for real!
Unsexy: The seventy different colors of my hair growing out. I'm a mess of magenta, pale pink, bleach, brown, blonde, and gross.
Chipotle burritos this year: 26
S'mores this summer: 6
Bye, guys! Hopefully I'll see thee to-morrow. <3