Monday, November 22, 2010

salmon. how i loathe thee.

Well, for the record, I am NOT procrastinating this time. I'm waiting for dinner. And I'm also wishing it would hurry up so I can stop... not procrastinating. And stop waiting, so I can stop... so I can stop going in circles! That's it!

Although I'm EXTREMELY psyched for dinner, because it means I get to eat some rather awesome lasagna and finally start making progress on stuff that I've been assigned, it also means I have to eat salmon. There's absolutely nothing wrong with the fish that gave its life so people could eat it, as far as I can tell. I totally respect that salmon for dying (although, unless it was caught by a member of some extreme salmon-worshiping culture, it most likely didn't have a choice in the matter). However, it's what my father DOES to the poor creature after it dies that I detest. I don't know WHAT he does to cook it, but I absolutely ABHOR eating it.

I KNOW it's good brain food. I KNOW that it's good for the eyes and stuff. But Dad has only one salmon recipe and he refuses to try a new one and flip between the two just for variety (I would know. I've tried to get him to do this several times).

So I've developed an extreme aversion to salmon. Because of how my dad makes it. He often says, "Oh, I thought you LIKED salmon!" NO, dad. I hate it. I eat it because you make me. That doesn't mean I enjoy it. It just means some poor fish lost its life for someone who doesn't like eating it.

Day 22: pen tattoo

Before I disclose my stats, I'd like to ask a general question: which five of you (out of curiosity) were reading at midnight last night? I appreciate the readings!! But who stays up til midnight, anyway? (of COURSE I don't, because that's just silly... not.) ANYWAY, stats:
Pages today: 5
Pages Left Today: 8
Current Page: new chapter on 168
Page To End On: 176
Location: Just learned new location. Spiss also completely dissed Luke and he is NOT HAPPY about it.

Just a word about the title of the post - yes, I AM writing this by hand. And yes, I'm writing it in ink. And yes, I've been writing so much (even after my shower, which I think has something to do with it) that there is a blob of ink that has very nearly been tattooed onto the left side of the knuckle on my ring finger on my left hand. It's kind of cool, really: kind of like a badge of 'yes, I write a lot, bite me.' Or something.

And yesterday was one of those days where I stayed up super late trying to finish my history reading and then we barely went over it. I HAVE to do some more reading tonight, though, because, unlike the reading in the book, my AP history teacher actually has us discuss the handouts.

In all honesty, it's hard to believe that it's day 22. Where did the time go? Where did the MONTH go? I'm most likely going to be trying to finish this novel - even though I'm probably going to lose all motivation after NaNoWriMo is over. I'm going to TRY. I'm very close to 50,000 words - 42,000. AND I'm behind - 168 is yesterday's quota.

But in other, better news, MY BROTHER COMES HOME TOMORROW! YAY! And the end of tomorrow's school day means the beginning of Thanksgiving break!! YAY!!!!!! *runs off doing happy dance*