NaNoWriMo 2015: Terms and Conditions

Hello, everyone! It’s been a while! I’ve been meaning to write a proper, meaty post for some time now, but I’ve been too busy doing stupid school-related things such as studying. (Proof: I’ve been posting a lot more over at Said In Your Own Words, where I’ve quickly learned that I’m annoyed with WordPress for not having superscript and subscript hotkeys. Like, what’s up with that? If Google Drive can do it…)

Still, I’ve been studying all morning, and as a small reward for keeping myself “fed” and “hydrated,” I’m writing the obligatory NaNoWriMo post.

Yes, you read correctly. In spite of the fact that I haven’t had enough time to drop a line on my blog every week or so, somehow the squad has decided that we have enough time to write a novel. I originally was planning on giving up after giving it a day or two of the good ol’ college try, but then they brought competition into it, and, well… that makes it more fun.

(I’m gonna wIN DANGIT)

Junhi and Sapphire have both opted to forego the NaNoing this year, Sapphire because she’s a responsible adult with actual things to do, and Junhi because he’d rather be distracting and just sit there in the same room and watch Twitch videos of people playing Overwatch—

[ahem] Anyway, it’s four days in, and Finn, Fritz and I have managed to stick to it. How, you ask? Well, you see, we’ve got a rather elaborate setup going.

Every night, the three of us get together after a long day of studying and do what we call “word sprints.” I’m not sure if these count as proper word sprints, since I’m not sure what NaNo means when they say “word sprints,” but essentially, we set a timer for fifteen minutes, turn on our music (Fritz has taken a liking to a certain song of dubious appropriateness), and write like our lives depend on it. At the end of the sprint, everyone who clears the minimum word requirement (I think it’s 250?) gets a point, and then we’re assigned additional points based on our placing. (I think first gets two additional, and second gets one additional?) At the end of the month, whoever has the most gets taken out to dinner by the people that they beat.

(We’re sticking to it, too. There’s a chart on the wall of 500 with our standings on it, because heck yeah.)

That’s not the most important prize, however. No, we’re competing for a much more prestigious title. You see, whoever wins NaNo first earns themselves the valued title of Kamisama.

(Second place gets Kamichama, and third place gets something derogatory… I’m not sure if we’ve settled on it yet.)

Yep, this is serious bizz. I’m making a sash and everything.

It’s entirely likely that the novelty of this stupid rivalry will have worn off in a week, but until then, here’s to noveling! (Also, here’s to my determination to get those skrubs to buy me dinner and call me Kamisama until next November!)

Yeah, I know I have other things I should be doing.

Shhhhh. It’s NaNo. I do what I want.


(Okay, so the story behind the “kamisama” thing is that, from my understanding, Fritz once demonstrated to Finn that he was capable of “seductively peeling an orange.” He then insisted that this capacity made him deserving of the title “Kamisama.” It has since become a meme, as well as a highly prestigious title. Or whatever.)

(Like, how do you even seductively peel an orange?)

(You know what, I don’t want to know.)

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Things Disappointed Sapphire Says

Why did you have to do this, June? I’m so disappointed in you. You couldn’t have said it was a typo? I didn’t think I could be this disappointed in you! You’re a disgrace!!

(Context: I sent “We ride at 10, I’ll bring potato” through the group chat, and when she didn’t understand the reference, I sent her the meme.)

The Mystical, Magical, Not-One Piece Adventure

Yesterday evening, the gang played what should end up being the penultimate installment of our longstanding Pathfinder campaign.

This particular campaign has been going on for over a year, finding its start somewhere toward the beginning of last summer when Finn decided he wanted to GM a game that I’ve now started calling “The Mystical, Magical, Not-One Piece Adventure.” Although it could probably be more aptly named “This Isn’t Windwaker with Frogs, I Swear,” I feel the first name still fits it pretty well.

Our wonderful, year-long adventure has taken many twists and turns that would probably confuse those who weren’t there at the time. In fact, as someone who was at nearly every session, I still have a hard time remembering exactly what happened and, more importantly, why.

Because this information is highly entertaining and nonsensical, I present to you the amusing antics of our Pathfinder campaign. Because these antics are quite difficult to put into a narrative style (and because I don’t quite remember what happened), I present them to you as bullet points.

Over the course of our campaign:

  • We were kidnapped and slated to be sold as slaves
  • We escaped the slave ship, partially with the help of Eric’s character’s pet extra-planar water-dog
  • We had many problems medicating Eric’s character, Elizabeth, who was a schizophrenic whose alignment changed from good to evil spontaneously
  • Scout’s character, Oliver, asked trees for directions
  • We ended up stranded in an archipelago of islands inhabited by frog people
    • A giant, magical wall of water that inexplicably appeared one day trapped us there
  • Frog people were really racist
  • We started working for the Frog Queen after becoming fugitives of the state (?) (I wasn’t there for that part)
  • We visited islands named Felt and Flannel
  • Atsuko’s character accidentally got high and/or drunk multiple times
    • One time, this occurred after taking questionable drugs for schizophrenia obtained from a frog-person “alchemist” named Dunspurce McGill
    • Dunspurce ended up being the worst and also a recurring character
  • Atsuko also obtained a baby dragon
  • Our characters were physically injured by music at a rap concert
    • The concert of Gangstalicious and Thugnificent, to be exact, who just happened to be Eric’s character’s (Elizabeth’s) idols
  • We somehow procured a magical sword that glowed when in the possession of the rightful king
  • It was stolen by the 3rd Street Saints, who were working with Gangstalicious and Thugnificent
    • We stole it back, though
  • Still, Gangstalicious and Thugnificent imprisoned the Frog Queen and took over the country
  • Dunspurce picked up the sword and turns out he wAS FREAKING THE PROMISED KING
  • The frog-monks at the Temple of the Song (I think?) somehow turned Dunspurce McGill into a useful member of society
  • Our characters launched a campaign to retake the country for the “Twice-promised King”
    • This involved convincing an independent state of toad-people to aid us
  • We got into a fight with a magicproofed Lamborghini
  • Elizabeth summoned a T-Rex to fight the Lamborghini
    • That’s right, T-Rex v. Lamborghini
    • We affectionately named the T-Rex the “Fritzosaurus Rex” because it made cat sounds
  • Our werewolf-elemental Kitsune turned himself to stone and bull-rushed a magicproofed Lamborghini
    • And the Lamborghini won
    • We still rekt it though

So yeah! That’s just a brief, disjointed recap! Although I don’t have much evidence of what transpired, I do have this picture of our latest fight, taken toward the end of last session:

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I’ll just leave you with that.

Now I’m going to draw a map of a couple of fictional continents with the hopes that I read enough articles online to know what I’m doing.

Yeah, I know that Wikipedia articles on plate tectonics don’t count as useful information. Whatever! I do what I want!

The Princess and the Weeb

We interrupt your regularly scheduled shenanigans to give you abnormal shenanigans in the form of a dorky narrative. (This is essentially being written as an extension of the copious amounts of NaNoWriMo writing that Finn and I have gotten done today, hehe.)

Once upon a time, there was a girl named Katniss.

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She was an adorable little angel.

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She had an older sister named June.

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June was a giant weeb.

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Katniss knew that June was a weeb, and it pained her greatly.

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But she loved her anyway.

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The end.

(This was written as a photo dump for Katniss’s beautiful selfies, which she wanted the world to see, and my cosplay progress pictures, which show my shoddy attempts at making a Kurapika costume. Also, Katniss spent the whole day sitting on me, so I felt it appropriate to mention here. Yes, I realize that this isn’t relevant information. Whatever. I do what I want.)

Ameeeeeerica!

Yesterday was the 4th of July. For most of my readers, that probably meant eating hotdogs or something, setting off sparklers and singing patriotic songs. If I’m lucky enough to have readers who don’t live in the U.S., you may have spent yesterday doing nothing particularly interesting. (To any Canadians out there, happy late Canada Day!) For me, it meant driving out to the Hooper residence (located in the middle of nowhere) and setting off fireworks until there was nothing left to set fire to.

The celebration got off to a good start when Atsuko’s dad introduced us to an overgrown version of those little popper things that you throw on the ground. I recorded a video of Finn demonstrating their use with the intention of of showing it to my dad. You can find said video here.

They seemed charming and fun until Atsuko’s dad stuffed his pockets with them and threw them at our feet without warning for the rest of the day.

We spent most of the day doing fun things that weren’t particularly noteworthy. Shooting off bottle rockets, throwing fire crackers into puddles, and chasing children away from explosives at the last minute seemed to be the general themes. During this intermission, Atsuko’s dad discovered the metal trash can sitting in the middle of the Hooper’s yard.

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This spelled the beginning of the end for us all, especially when Finn joined in the fun.

We then took a break to eat and talk with each other without the explosive intermediates that had facilitated our social interactions for the past hour or so. We sat and enjoyed the taste of lovely home-cooked food, the smell of spent fireworks, and the melodious tones of some kind of mariachi music carried to us on the wind.

As a point of reference for future events, here is a picture of what I ate for dinner.

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(Muuuurca!)

This picture only becomes significant in the face of the events that followed. If you haven’t already guessed, we set fire to my leftover hamburger.

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The thing was surprisingly hard to burn, but with the tireless efforts of Atsuko and Pinky, we finally managed to give it a proper viking funeral.

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This, however, was not the most interesting event of the evening. No, this was reserved for when it grew dark and rainy, and Finn and I had the brilliant idea of strapping Eric’s waifu (I mean, favorite character), Labrys, to a bottle rocket.

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It seemed like a flawless plan to destroy the blasted thing, but fate would have it that our efforts were sorely wasted. We watched her sail into the sky in a graceful arc of explosives and sparks, and then witnessed her float unharmed back to Earth. We tried again to destroy her. You can find a video of our failure here.

After another failed attempt or so, Finn and I decided to bring out the big guns.

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The artillery shell, thankfully, did not disappoint.

The rest of the night was spent in highly entertaining ways. The Hoopers brought out the big fireworks, and for a while we watched (and set off) huge explosions that left our ears ringing. After all was said and done, though, we dragged ourselves, exhausted, to Steak n’ Shake, where we met Eric Hooper.

Rather than recounting anything interesting that occurred at this meeting of the sleep-deprived, I will simply leave you with an i-spy of our own creation.

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Yeah, yeah, I know we probably shouldn’t have stolen the children’s pens to deface a menu-thingy.

Whatever. We were tired, and we do what we want.

Summer: A Photo Summary

Alternatively read as, “Hey guys, I’m still alive!”


So… yeah, it’s been a while since I updated this blog. Again. I’m sorry, any of my actual readers. It’s not that I’ve lost my love of writing (you see that new sticker in the sidebar? Yeaaaaaaah), it’s just that shenanigans haven’t been so funny that I’ve absolutely had to blog about them, and, quite frankly, I’ve forgotten how to be a responsible adult. Still, that hasn’t stopped me from returning with updated bios and new pictures in tow! Each of these (or at least, each cluster of these) would probably have constituted a post in its own right if I had written about them right when they happened, but you know how it is—shenanigans are a lot less interesting in retrospect.

That doesn’t mean they’re not interesting, though.

So yeah, here you go!


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Summer got off to a good start when the Hoopers took Eric to Casa Blanca for his birthday. Finn’s response to these shenanigans?

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You get the idea.

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Fritz expresses his opinions very eloquently through Snapchat.

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This was written in response to a group chat message from Fritz that read, “Please note: Rosario Vampire is easier to take in as a manga.”

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Long story short, Eric sympathized with Finn and I about a friend being stupid, and in response we bought him a cupcake. Not to be too nice, however (we are tsundere), we included a special message of our own. (I censored it because of reasons, but you get the idea.)

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I had to go to a doctor’s appointment in Birmingham, and Finn agreed to come with me. On the way back we got stuck in a three-hour traffic jam in my car, which has no air conditioning. By the time we found these stickers, Finn had already given in to madness.

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My eventual retaliation.

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Makeshift Pathfinder campaign (for my little brothers) is makeshift.

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The only right way to watch the anime.

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Finn attempting to do something nice, once again failing with simple tasks, such as using plastic bags.

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Little brother, two days before convention: “I want to cosplay Edward Elric!” My response.

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The finished product, featuring the youngest Hooper boy as Luffy! And finally…

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FINN. THIS IS WHY WE CAN’T HAVE NICE THINGS.


There you have it, folks. A whole summer’s worth of antics summarized in poorly taken pictures. Do you feel enlightened now?

(Yeah, I should probably go back and write better captions for them. Oh well. I do what I want.)

So… I did a thing.

A long, long time ago, a group of six of us used to have a vlog called “6UnoriginalGirls.” The whole idea was that we were going to stay in touch after we all kind of separated… but, of course, it died after a fun run that was painful for all on the outside.

Then, about a year ago, I promised Monday and Thursday (Scout) that I would join them in their efforts to resurrect it, which ultimately failed miserably.

Two days ago, the residents of 500 decided to go spend time on YouTube, finding this little gem and my brother’s YouTube channel.

While we were on there, I got to thinking of bygone days of being a YouTuber, so I made a two-year followup video for 6UnoriginalGirls for old time’s sake. It’s poorly executed, unfunny and painful, but since it’s a blog-type thing, I figured I’d link it here.

Douzo.

More blogging in the form of this blog will be forthcoming, I promise! I have many interesting tales of KamiCon, Netflix and Scotch tape!

Now I’m gonna go eat chocolate for breakfast.

(Shush. I do what I want.)

Donuts Ga Nai

Yesterday, Fritz, Finn, Sapphire and I attempted to go get really cheap donuts across town. However, by the time we’d arrived, they had freaking sold out. We were sorely disappointed (well, except for Finn, who is apparently on a diet because he’s a skrub). The sale is supposedly happening again tonight, so here’s hoping…