Librarian Gangster

November is fulfilling itself and turning out to be an extremely stressful month, full of many wonderful (and by wonderful, I mean horrible) things. For instance, I went to the doctor today and found out that I might have a tumor. On top of that, I was supposed to register for classes earlier today, but I don't know what to major in or what to take. Also, I'm only 10,000 words into NaNoWriMo, when I should be somewhere around 25,000.

Needless to say, my November is sucking. Chance are I'll lose NaNoWriMo, hopefully register for classes in the very near future, and not have a malignant tumor. But I can only hope. And in the meantime, I can do something that will makes almost no sense: share a poem with you.

I present The Librarian Gangster

Librarian Gangster

Hanging out in the stacks

She loves to read books

And she’s got some tact

You can find her here

Every hour, every day

If she could bring some food

It’d be sire that she would stay

Don’t make a lot of noise

Or she’ll kick you out for sure

Just be quiet and respectful

And do everything for her

You’ll always find here there

With her glasses and argyle

When she’s reading a new book

She’ll be gone for a while

Don’t look for her at

Some party or some club

No, she’d rather be right here

Or chilling in a tub

She’s the Librarian Gangster

And she’ll never be without

Her books—they’re her friends

We’ll see you later ‘cause we’re out!

Oh, and did I mention it's Harry Potter week? More on that later.

NaNoWriMo

As November continuously plows onward, I become farther and farther behind in NaNoWriMo (that's National Novel Writing Month, as I failed to mention in its entirety before). This is mostly due to the fact that my past weekend was spent away at a water polo tournament we won for the Conference Title the third year in  a row-- something that hadn't ever happened before in our conference. And even though I was home mostly all day Sunday, I decided against being home for more preferable circumstances.

So now I'm behind. And I'm really incredibly tired. So instead of putting more time and effort into this blog post, I'm going to share with you... no, not a part of my novel, but a poem. Specifically a villanelle that I wrote about six months ago as an assignment for English class. Simply because I had to.

Take my words and treat them with care

Give them no opportunity to sink into the night,

If you are wise, take on the dare.

The words hold more power than a mortal can bear,

They’ve brought the deepest dark, back into light.

Take my words and treat them with care

You must enter the realm, no one knows where,

Wrongs don’t exist, though nothing is right,

If you are wise, take on the dare.

Of this advice, receive only your share,

For that alone may escape your might,

Take my words and treat them with care

The weight of the task is lighter than air,

With the strength to make everything go white,

If you are wise, take on the dare.

It may do well to remember the power of the pair,

If you shall accept, step forward to fight,

Take my words and treat them with care

If you are wise, take on the dare.

(Can you tell I was watching Lord of the Rings while I wrote it? That would also explain why my sonnet sucked.)

Unhealthy Addictions

I'm sure most people don't want to say any strange aspect of them is an addiction. But I think there is something to be gained by knowing and fully understanding any addiction you might have whether it be in the form of drugs, pain, collecting beanie babies, anime, manga, or something completely bizarre.

I am addicted to Solitaire.

Now I know this is something completely strange, and you're probably thinking, that's not an addiction, you just have too much time on your hands. That might sometimes be true, but in the past few months, I've cleared my statistic at least three times. And every time I did so, I played over 5,000 games. You might continue to think that I don't have a problem, and I may have to question your sanity. But occasionally, I am stricken by intense desires to play this game and continue playing for hours on end.

That's completely fine, right? I don't think so. I've gotten so attached to this stupid card game that I will actually play it while I attempt to do something else. For instance, I once tried to play Solitaire while watching subtitled anime. Do you see the problem there? The worse part would be that I stopped watching said anime merely for the purposes of completing the game. Who does that? Also, I will neglect doing homework only so I can continue playing sometimes. I admit, that I've been steadily improving and playing less Solitaire; but it can still a problem for me sometimes.

So, for the rest of the month (and hopefully, for the rest of my life), I am going to severely lessen the number of solitaire games I play. By doing this, I hope that I will waste less time that could be spent doing more productive things. What those will come to be I have no idea. (November will probably be taken up by novel-writing.)

So, here's to fewer games of Solitaire. And anything you might be trying to do.

As November Begins...

November has been, for the past two years, a month in which I attempt to write a 50,000 word novel. All my attempts so far (all 1 on them) have ended in failure. Mostly due to ill-developed plot lines and a rather strange obsession with developing the basic situation. You know, the part of Shakespearean plays that take maybe three pages? That's my favorite part to write. I really don't know why either. That shouldn't even be the exciting part, because it's not. Anyway, I'm attempting it once more so I can maybe, possibly, hopefully finish. But I don't know what'll happen to it. Or if I can stick to a deadline. Or if my characters will listen to me.

Nevertheless, the novel begins, as I begin taking on the many joys (and horrors) of November. The eleventh month always seems like it's relaxing. Nothing really important in it except for voting and Thanksgiving, which no one really cares about anyway since it's mostly a lie and an excuse to gorge yourself with foor. But for some reason, November always ends up being insane. I'm hoping I can subdue it's wrath by completing a large majority of my homework beforehand, surviving water polo conference championships (this weekend, at that), and staying caught up in my math class. It feels kind of stressful to me, but maybe I can shoot it down.

And now, briefly looking backward to the wonders of Halloween. I love Halloween. It's my favorite anti-holiday, but I like the idea of Halloween more than I like actually celebrating it. I like the idea of ghosts and vampires and zombies being able to cross into our world for only tonight to terrify younger kids and get some respect. I don't like that it's major association is with candy. And I especially don't like that every girl nowadays ages 12 and up dress like sluts and parade around in skimpy outfits while people say it's "cute". Because it's just for one night, right?