My story was—oh hey, what about this!?

I was at first going to make a creepy story about a girl who lost her memory and figures out who she is and the people around her. She thinks they’re friends, but they’re actually… the ones who tried to KILL HER OMG! 

Then, my dad told me a funny story about a guy leaving a really good company making billions of dollars, and he left before it became famous. Everyone was trying to look for him so they can give him the money since he was co-founder (OH CRAP I FORGOT WHAT IT WAS REALLY ABOUT). It’s called Clear History. The way my dad described it was hilarious…

Before the co-founder guy knew about how much the founder of the company wanted to give him money, he had a big grudge how the company flourished because of the first electronic car ever (I think), Howard. Co-founder was like,

WTF WHY HOWARD THAT’S A STUPID NAME FOR A CAR!!

And everything was so random it seemed. The founder—I’ll name him Bob—hired so many people to find him and the co-founder—I’ll name him Tom—STILL had the big grudge on the founder… until he found out Bob wanted to give Tom 10% of the billions of dollars earned.

Well… it doesn’t seem funny when I explain it. Seriously, I don’t want to write that all down UGH. But anyway. The reason why I just said all that… was because instead of making a creepy story WHICH I’M NOT QUITE GOOD AT, I’ll end up making something random. Then it eventually turns into an actual story! More like, the characters are making the story I suppose?

BLAH. I don’t know. I was thinking of something random too. A girl did something stupid and gained a lot of popularity and then got into an accident. After that, she had amnesia and doesn’t know anything anymore! So she finds out… ;sdfouhzl;ngz;drofgh I DON’T KNOW ANYMORE.

I TOTALLY had it earlier. Now, I lost it because I FARCKING TRIED SO HARD to type out what Clear History was about. Good job.

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It doesn’t make sense, or…? Plan or unplanned stories!

I’ve been having troubles with writing when I plan it out before I actually type the whole story out. But it’s weird how I have no troubles at all when I type random things without a plan. It’s like I plan it afterwards!?

“Are you an idiot? YOU HAVE TO PLAN.”
No. NO! Not anymore. ONLY AFTER I TYPE!”

I’ve actually done it several times without a plan and actually got things done… *stupid face*

“DAMNIT WHY DIDN’T YOU THINK OF THIS BEFORE!? Are you an IDIOT!?”
Yes. YES I AM.”

I feel like just forgetting the current stories I made and type random things now. I FEEL like it. I probably won’t forget them. No. I CAN’T.

First, I tried typing up the dating sim Virtual Boyfriend: Secret Diary. FAIL.

Second, I tried to type the story I made in the past. FAIL.

Third, I tried writing in my notebook the story I made in the past. FAIL.

Last, I realized that I finished things without a plan at first. SUCCESS! I should write random things now. NAO!

I was thinking of ideas like crazy these past few days. I was even thinking of making a fan made Bleach and/or GinTama story or game whatever. But it think I’ll be doing something different… and I don’t know what it is! RANDOM TYPING TIME!

Confused. I’ll try it anyway!

I’m trying to figure out more of what WordPress is… doing… to me… Making me confused is what it’s doing! There’s some sort of “portfolio” or projects in the dashboard and I’m just liek,

*is stupid* “LIEK WAT IZ DIS SHIET!?”
“It doesn’t hurt to try and see before you say something like THAT.”
“I’M SCARED OF DIZ SHIET!! Something weird might pop up on the site.”
“WHO CARES. You don’t even have anything interesting on there anyway! Might as well see what THIS IS.”
“Okay. FAIN BEE DAT WEIYYY…!!

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If I happen to make some random portfolio like about Virtual Boyfriend stuff, I probably don’t know what I’m doing. “WAT IZ A PORTFOLEEEOHHH!?!?” “I don’t know. Google it.”

Whenever I ask my parents a question, they always say, “I DON’T KNOW! GOOGLE IT! YOU HAVE YOUR PHONE, SO FIND OUT NAOOOO!!!” Well, they don’t really yell it out like that, but their voice is always so loud when I ask them something I don’t know.

“I DON’T KNOW SO SHUT DAFUQ UP AND GOOGLE IT!!
“Oh. Okay.” *cries in a dark corner instead of googling*

I don’t really have much interesting conversations with my parents, so I like to ask stuff. In the past, I always ask them questions and I found it fun when they answer and I learn from them. But NAO THEY’RE LAIK, “I won’t answer you. You already know what to do.” “Wh-what do I do.” “Google it.” “………..DAMN IT!”

Okay. I won’t google anything anymore (that’s a lie), but will find out stuff… ON MY OWN!! *types stuff in portfolio/projects*

*cough vomit* I can’t write that much in a month!

I finally realized what NaNoWriMo is. I never bothered checking it out in the past cuz i was just like, eh, probably nothing interesting. Then when I found out the meaning, I was just like *cough vomit* WUT I NEED TO WRITE 50,000 WORDS IN ONE MONTH? DAMN YEW I CAN’T DO DAT SHIIIEEET!!!!

But that’s seriously like, “I’M JAST AN AMATEUR I DUNNO HOW TO WRITE DAT MUCH IN A MONTH YO.”
“Eevee, isn’t that enough time to write 50,000 words?”
SHYYAAADAPPPP!! I’M JAST AN AMACHERRR!! I WRITE 1,000 A DAY!!
“WRITE MORE THEN, WHOLE ASSHOLE!!”
NUUUUUUUUU!!!!!!!!!!!!!45 So that means… I should write my story at least 50,000

That’s liek around a month and a half or so if I really write 1,000 a day!! I SHOULD DO 5,000 A DAY DAMNIT!! But I can’t think of anything. All I’m gonna do is write random things if I write 5,000 or 10,000 a day and when people read it they’d be liek,

“Dafuq is dis bitch writing about? I DON’T UNDERSTAND A FUCKING THING.”
“I’m… so sorry… I was just rambling out of my mind! I didn’t know what I was doing! It’s almost like I was writing in my journal…”
Write like you do in your journal, but FIX IT LATER. YOU DIDN’T EVEN FUCKING FIX DIS SHIT.”
“I guess I’ll… ramble… but fix it later.”

I was supposed to show my other editor my work, the outline, but then I was like, “Why do I have to? What do I even specifically show her? I DUNNO.

She probably doesn’t want to. Plus, she’s still in high school. *facepalm* I think she should just be my idea bouncer or whatever people call it nowadays.

I’ll start writing random things and make my editor be liek “DAFUQ IS DIS SHIT!?” later when I’m done.

I’m tired. Even tired of writing. Sometimes!

I’m so tired. Even tired of writing right now, plus it’s liek, late. I didn’t even write that much. ….Plus I’m hungry again.43_002

I was aiming for 5,000 words but in the end, I wrote 1,200. UGH. I think that’s just gonna happen everyday. If I write 1,000 something everyday in a month, then a little over a month I’ll be able to have the 30,000 words that I wanted.

I’m at least getting somewhere… I guess! Day 1…

“Damnit, I had to run away from that stupid teacher patrolling the school. It’s all because I was late!”
“Yeah you were. And I made you sit next to the guy you hate after how tired you were. Heh.”
“Why do you have to abuse me!?”
“Because you look like an innocent little girl and I HATE INNOCENT LITTLE GIRLS LIKE YOU ITSUKA!!”
“But Eevee… you’re the one who made me…”
“Oh.”

I just needed to write my feelings! Short entry.

Scary! That THING is so SCARY!!

I got scared. And now I can’t sleep. But at the same time, I’m sleepy. IT’S THIS SPIDER’S FAULT!! I’ve been sleeping in a sleeping bag in the family room, not in my room. It’s been like that for weeks. Then suddenly, when I saw a spider just now, I’m like,

“TAIM TO GET OUT OF HEARRR!!”
“IT’S JUST A FUCKING SPIDER!”
“I hate spiders. And I hate my room.”
“So why are you going back to your room?”
“Because my room isn’t as scary as a spider.”
“But it’s still scary… because you freak out looking at those mirrors—”
SHADDAP DON’T SAY EEETTT!!

But for some reason, when I saw it, it looked like a feather. It was scary. UBER SCARY. I thought it was part of my blanket full of feathers. BUT IT WASN’T!35_002(it’s daytime in this picture but here it’s actually night time.) GAWD I bet that spider is all like…

“Is that girl an idiot? Why is she scared of me? I SHOULD BE FUCKING SCARED OF HER.
SHYAAAADAAAPPP I HATE YOU SPIDER. LET ME RUN AWAY NAO. TO MY ROOM. A safe place.” *sigh of relief*

My room is a bad place. With mirrors. Why do I have so many mirrors? And why did I even leave my room to sleep in another place at a certain time? MAYBE there was another spider. And it was on the mirror. 2x’s the scariness? or 10x’s?

Ugh. I don’t know if I can sleep anymore. What the fuck. And I’m supposed to go to …some place tomorrow. Observatory type of thing but somewhat different. I have to go. I need to go. I want to go! SO I NEED. To somehow sleep. BUT HOW!? I don’t even know IN THIS WORLD!! After seeing a spider. Yes. I don’t know.

I think… I’ll just… type… my story… try to… because I can’t sleep right away. I’ll get tired eventually. EVENTUALLY!