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mylittleredgirl) wrote2011-06-07 07:16 pm
mylittleredgirl) wrote2011-06-07 07:16 pm
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25% to GREATNESS
I've decided to declare an AMBITIOUS PLAN for the summer.
Why, do you ask? Three reasons:
1) I like any reason to make lists, especially if I can use bullet points. Double-especially if AMBITIOUS PLANS are involved.
2) I've had a headache for fourteen days now, and it's starting to impair my judgment.
3) I finally broke down and took painkillers for said headache, and right on the bottle it warns that it may impair my judgment (and ability to operate motor vehicles).
So! HERE ARE THE MAIN ITEMS OF MY PLAN FOR THE SUMMER:
1) Write a metric fuckton*.
*It should be noted that metric fuckton is a relative term and should be related to Little Red's traditional amount of writing which is not really that much at all except that one time that![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
fyca showed up at her doorstep and offered her chocolate if and only if she wrote 30,000 words in the final four days of NaNo.
In this case, we will define metric fuckton as 100,000 words. (My real goal is of course the 25,000 words necessary for![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
het_bigbang, but I prefer to fail into excellence.)
Here, have a bar:
I have things on it because I am back-counting everything since Memorial Day, a.k.a. The Beginning of Summer, a.k.a. The Day I Got the Idea to Track Things in Excel Because Then I Can Make Graphs Mocking How Much Dancing With the Stars I Write.
Speaking of mockworthy things I plan to write and how much I like lists, I ran out and bought gigantic post-it pads of my very own and wrote up a bunch of things I want to write:
So. Yes. That.
2) Get a bangin' bod.
Don't panic, I don't mean losing weight. I really mean "get strong and look fucking fierce." I'm physically healthier than I have been since high school, and yes, watching Dancing With the Stars made me want to get ripped. Maybe I too want to walk around in bedazzled loincloths made of tassels and magical fairy glitter. Don't judge me.
It may not have occurred to you as you read my stream-of-consciousness plan-ramblings, but it has occurred to me that writing all the damn time is not particularly conducive to looking impossibly fly (although I understand the pale, unshowered look is in post-Twilight). Who wants to build me an exercycle laptop desk thing?
You know, the longer I stare at the phrase "bangin' bod," which I used because it sounds like a hilarious 80s throwback, the more awful it seems, and yet I can't bring myself to think of an equally entertaining replacement term.
3) Pimp my style.
For reasons I cannot fathom, people tell me that they really like my clothes. I don't even think they're joking. I'm actually a big fashion admirer and probably really love the shoes you're wearing and really want to know where you got that bracelet, and I do care about how I look, but I only buy like two things a year. As a result, I wear the same things a lot. I get a completely ridiculous amount of mileage out of a short black wrap skirt that cost $1.50 at Goodwill ten years ago, and I still wear a shirt or two that I got in high school. In the late nineties. (No, thank god, these shirts do not bear the words "co-ed naked.")
So my wardrobe could use a little sprucing up to go with all the vanity I will acquire with my aforementioned bangin' bod. (God, that really is a horrible term, isn't it? I'm going to just call it my fuck off I'm awesome bod.)
SO THERE IT IS. MY SUMMER*. Hey, it could happen.
*including September because of the Big Bang and all.
Why, do you ask? Three reasons:
1) I like any reason to make lists, especially if I can use bullet points. Double-especially if AMBITIOUS PLANS are involved.
2) I've had a headache for fourteen days now, and it's starting to impair my judgment.
3) I finally broke down and took painkillers for said headache, and right on the bottle it warns that it may impair my judgment (and ability to operate motor vehicles).
1) Write a metric fuckton*.
*It should be noted that metric fuckton is a relative term and should be related to Little Red's traditional amount of writing which is not really that much at all except that one time that
fyca showed up at her doorstep and offered her chocolate if and only if she wrote 30,000 words in the final four days of NaNo. In this case, we will define metric fuckton as 100,000 words. (My real goal is of course the 25,000 words necessary for
het_bigbang, but I prefer to fail into excellence.)Here, have a bar:
6,688 ★ 100,000
I have things on it because I am back-counting everything since Memorial Day, a.k.a. The Beginning of Summer, a.k.a. The Day I Got the Idea to Track Things in Excel Because Then I Can Make Graphs Mocking How Much Dancing With the Stars I Write.
Speaking of mockworthy things I plan to write and how much I like lists, I ran out and bought gigantic post-it pads of my very own and wrote up a bunch of things I want to write:
So. Yes. That.
2) Get a bangin' bod.
Don't panic, I don't mean losing weight. I really mean "get strong and look fucking fierce." I'm physically healthier than I have been since high school, and yes, watching Dancing With the Stars made me want to get ripped. Maybe I too want to walk around in bedazzled loincloths made of tassels and magical fairy glitter. Don't judge me.
It may not have occurred to you as you read my stream-of-consciousness plan-ramblings, but it has occurred to me that writing all the damn time is not particularly conducive to looking impossibly fly (although I understand the pale, unshowered look is in post-Twilight). Who wants to build me an exercycle laptop desk thing?
You know, the longer I stare at the phrase "bangin' bod," which I used because it sounds like a hilarious 80s throwback, the more awful it seems, and yet I can't bring myself to think of an equally entertaining replacement term.
3) Pimp my style.
For reasons I cannot fathom, people tell me that they really like my clothes. I don't even think they're joking. I'm actually a big fashion admirer and probably really love the shoes you're wearing and really want to know where you got that bracelet, and I do care about how I look, but I only buy like two things a year. As a result, I wear the same things a lot. I get a completely ridiculous amount of mileage out of a short black wrap skirt that cost $1.50 at Goodwill ten years ago, and I still wear a shirt or two that I got in high school. In the late nineties. (No, thank god, these shirts do not bear the words "co-ed naked.")
So my wardrobe could use a little sprucing up to go with all the vanity I will acquire with my aforementioned bangin' bod. (God, that really is a horrible term, isn't it? I'm going to just call it my fuck off I'm awesome bod.)
SO THERE IT IS. MY SUMMER*. Hey, it could happen.
*including September because of the Big Bang and all.
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So, yeah..group thing?
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This is a great list! You're gonna have an awesome summer. :D Good luck!
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I loooooove lists, but I never liked posting stuff on the wall because I am like PEOPLE WILL COME OVER AND JUDGE MEEE! And now I'm like it's my apartment and I DO WHAT I WANT. :)
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This is fabulous and super fun! Hmm. I want to make a list now tooooooo.
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The best part about lists is that you can just say "hey! I made a list!" and then never do anything else about it but at least you can always say you made a list.
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I love eet.
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Working out to be in shape is AWESOME and a very very cool thing for you to do. :) Rock on.
I'm fascinated by the style pimping, go you!
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OMG, ME TOO! Especially the bedazzled loincloths part. But not the glitter part, because glitter gets on everything and that's annoying (because I'M OLD AND CROTCHETY). I wish I were there with you, because I really need a partner to enable me and keep me on track. I am SO BAD at the working out thing.
I used to have this really long list of fics I wanted to write and vids I wanted to do. Er, yeah.... the best part of that was making the list itself. Haha.
Post-Its! Love them! I've got a million different shapes and stuff on my desk. Yay!
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Or maybe one of these?
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Or this indeed!
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even this!
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Plus your icon says you're more badass than me so clearly you should not feel inadequate. :-D
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I WILL THINK ON THIS.
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I wish I would only buy two things a year, but I'm not that strong. But I'm doing better and better, maybe one day I'll buy only two things. :)
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I desperately need to be Awesomed by November, as I am going to a convention were my first fannish love has been announced! Ben Browder from Farscape/SG1 needs to see that I am Awesome and have not Let Myself Go in the last decade. Which, of course, I have.
Btw, I also misread part of your list! I thought for a split second you were writing Elizabeth/Beiber, some kind of freaky-assed time travelling SGA/RPF musical crossover madness! ('twas actually Ezri/Bashir!).
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Although I'd totally welcome you joining me in my quest to get more awesome.
Ezri/Beiber, OH MY FREAKING GOD WHAT IS YOUR BRAIN. :-o
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Knew I wuved you for a reason! Hee!
I join you in your quest, in an undefined, still sitting on the couch and swimming in the internet sorta way! Seriously, though, I need to fitten up, I have an exercise bike in my dining room, it ought to be possible!!
Ezri/Beiber, OH MY FREAKING GOD WHAT IS YOUR BRAIN. :-o
I KNOW!!! Sometimes I have NO CLUE as to what goes on in there! I don't even like that small Beiber person's music or hairstyle or whatever or the effect that his hairstyle is having on the youth of today, in my neighbourhood, anyway, why, why, Bieber, why?????
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:)
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She gave me a guarded look. I could infer nothing from it. Her emotional barriers were solid when she wanted them to be. "I'm... I'm going to go now," she said as we arrived back at our booth and she grabbed her things. "I'll see you tomorrow, okay?"
I couldn't even nod in response. She wasn't waiting for an answer.
I could do nothing but watch her go. [/quote]
THEN WHAT????
Do you realize though that AFR is already long enough to win at NaNo? It's half the length of my god-awful never ending how-the-fuck-will-I-ever-figure-out-how-they-will-save-the-world-just-write-more-marital-drama-instead novel.
In other news, I've been posting a shorter dripper tale, in which I shall also write myself into a corner. Read it and tell me HOW in the WORLD will I not destroy Doggett and get them out of this mess at the same time??? (Note: this is only 5700 posted words.)
http://www.fanfiction.net/s/6960177/1/Another_Chance
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