Assorted Things. Rock Me Obama Like A Southbound Train

"They put their hands on the arc of history and bent it towards a better day."
- President-Elect Barack Obama


1. Since I decided this morning to belatedly try the National Novel Writer's Month challenge, I have of course been doing everything possible to procrastinate and avoid it. These things include political stuff, looking at cute stuff, random Avatar stuff, fandom stuff, watching movie trailers, and listening to a music mix CD a boy made for me yesterday.

2. Sometimes people comment on my journal, and I look at their names, and I think, "Who are you?" because I have no freaking idea what prairie hole they popped out of, good or bad or alien. I usually don't say anythig, though, and I pretend I totally know who they are and why they're here commenting on my journal.

3. My finances are scaring me so I have been avoiding grocery shopping. But I do get some money tomorrow, at least. And I should get a lot in about a two weeks. It's the in-between that bothers me. Not that I'm in any real danger of not being able to purchase food or anything like that--just that I am eating a lot of pasta and canned soup and leftovers. Also, online banking gives me anxiety. To see all my funds or lack-of laid out in such clear, cold digital type.

4. The person cited in italics up there? I've never typed those words before. And...now I have. The reality of all this keeps hitting me late. This intense upwelling of emotion? Should have happened three days ago, when I was standing in a campaign office watching the map change colors and knowing that the state where I've been working, my own county, was going to be blue. But I didn't cry then. I cried randomly yesterday, in my car, listening to this old guy on NPR. And I almost cried just now, and holy crap, usually I only cry for patriotic stuff when I'm on my period. (I cried for the dramatic cavalry charge in The Two Towers, and I cry for old historical videos where people do things like stand in front of tanks. Shit. I'm crying now.) But it's definitely not hormones this week; it's pure sentiment scratching and clawing past my defenses.

5. It could be that I'm obsessively listening to Common Rotation's "Rock Me Obama", which despite the title is surprisingly emotional and acoustic-guitar-y. Seriously, this is the MOST ADDICTIVE and LEAST ANNOYING Obama-related song I've heard since the campaign began. In fact...I should email the band and tell them so.

NaNoWriMo filter!

I will be posting bits of my attempt at National Novel Writing Month. Who wants in?


By agreeing to be under the filter, you understand:

1. I will be posting sections of my writing as I go along. These will be under an LJ-cut.

2. As per the advice of the website, I won't be editing as I go, so it could be quite terrible and below the moderate standards for punctuation you typically expect from me.

3. I may cry.

4. At some point in this month you will have a non-binding friend obligation to give feedback of some kind, even if it's to tell me that my story is "surprisingly lame". As this is non-binding obligation, the only thing to happen if you don't comment sometime during November is that you will be eaten alive by your own guilt. With store-brand cheese.

5. You may have to hug me if I cry.




P.S. Listen to Common Rotation's "Rock Me Obama", because I love it.