I'm not certain whether to laugh or cry. It's a painful translation, but at least it'sstill Evangelion. I've always been a fan of giant robot shows, and this one is no exception. It's just... the voice actors on this are incredibly over-dramatic. Why does that happen? I have absolutely no clue as to why they do that. Seriously. There is no reason to play these roles that incredibly over-the-top.
Damn. I started writing late today. It's 20:30 right now. I have given myself less than four hours to complete this task. Assuming that I am writing my self-imposed goal of two thousand words, I have to write over five hundred words per hour. That translatesto about ten words per minute, which I can do. The hard part is going to figure out what those ten words are.
I like listening to Japanese. The vowel structure is the same as Spanish, and once you understand how the 'l' and 'r' are pronounced similarly, it's easy to read when romanised. That doesn't mean I understand a lick of it, just that I can pronounce it. I like being able to do that. I do think it would be even better if I could actually understand it, but that's going to have to wait until after I learn Spanish.
Speaking of which, I still need to crack down on learning Spanish. I have to stop forgetting that I actually have software for learning, and that I need to actually use it if I am to improve my skills. Seriously, I need to get tough on myself about that. I may put it off until I finish out this month's project. Grah. I don't want to put it off, though, as I know what will happen if I do.
I'll just keep postponing it until I have to do something else, and eventually I will forget that I actually have it anymore. I'll wind up purchasing another Spanish trainer, and be out even more money. I really need to stop doing things like that, as it is definitely not good for me. In the mean time, I need to actually use the game.
Yum! I just ate dinner. Mashed potatoes, Chicken, and peas. Kind of like the KFC mashed potato bowls. It was quite tasty. Found out that putting pepper in the potatoes is surprisingly tasty. I had never tried it before, and I will most likely add pepper in the next time that I have them. Hmm... I wonder what else I've never tried that is amazingly good.
Hrumph. I have three hours left, and 1600 words to write. That's about 400 words per minute that I need to write. Hooray for cutting down the amount that I need to type by posting about absolutely nothing other than my train of thought! Unfortunately, it doesn't make for good reading. Unless, of course, you enjoy self-serving prattle. I know that I don't like reading it, but I will admit that it is incredibly easy to write.
I think that if I had gotten started earlier, I would have written at least one thing interesting. As it is, I have almost no time to look up anything interesting, and I know I don't have the time to fully research it if I did. Stupid me waking up late, and then spending time on Spore rather than researching. I have nobody to blame for this mess but myself, and I'll be damned if I cause it to miss me another update.
So, I just have to keep typing. I don't know how I can stretch absolutely nothing into something. I know I've done it before, but I don't think that I can do so again. It's painful to feel that I can't do something that I should be able to. Not that it's something that I consider a particularly valuable trait. Can anybody tell me what the ability to write for extended periods of time about what is essentially nothing?
I really don't know what to do anymore. I have to write, but without substance it just feels empty. Now that I think about it, being able to write about something that you feel is utterly worthless may be a marketable skill. I know that I failed English classes because I couldn't bring myself to put pen to paper on what I believed to be an absolutely worthless assignment. Maybe after this month I will be able to actually pass an English course.
Well, that would all assume that I have the money and time to go to the class to begin with. Grah. I need a job. At this point, I'm starting to give up hope. I know that I shouldn't, as once hope is lost, there is no real chance. At least, that's what I've always been taught when it comes to survival in unusual conditions. Survival tips for being stranded in the middle of nowhere apply to daily life, right?
God, I hope so. Otherwise I don't know what I will do with this makeshift lean-to I have constructed in the living room here. Boy, would my face be red if it turns out that it's not needed. I mean, if one piece of advice applies, it should all apply, right? Bah. I haven't built a lean-to. Not enough in the way of supplies around here for it. Not even enough loose wood to build a fire, either.
Jawesome! I've hit just shy of 1000 words, and it only took me 90 minutes. Mind you, that also includes a break for dinner. Unfortunately, I didn't time that. So, I don't know exactly how many words per minute I am actually writing at. I know that I am not writing as fast as I could, because Neon Genesis Evangelion. No matter how horrible the voice acting is, it's still one of my favourite shows. Thus, I stop every few minutes and start staring. It's a good show!
Hrm. No matter how good the show is, there is no excuse for me to fall behind on this whole writing thing. Well, with the exception of illness, and eevn still I have to make up for lost time. Speaking of which, I'm doing fairly well on recovering from the stumbling I did earlier this month. I'm now only about seven hundred words behind, which means that if I do write 2000 words todday and tomorrow, I will be all caught up on the backlog.
That'll be something to look forward to. I hate being behind on stuff, and getting back on track honestly will be a load off of my back. And, if I can keep writing that much everyday, I will be able to finish the month out early. I don't know what I'll do after this month. I should really set a goal for myself for after the month is out. I think itwill be something like posting everday.
That's a habit that I've been trying to cultivate, and from what I can tell I've been pretty decent at it. I mean, I woke up concerned about having not posted, so that must mean I'm on the right track. Of course, I then proceeded to play Spore, which means my priorities are still off. I need to work on that, too. Postponing my rewards until after I have done what I am rewarding myself for. Maybe I'm just too confident in myself.
I don't think so, though. I mean, I haven't done anything to justify such faith in myself. That's not to say that I don't think I can do things, just that I shouldn't be as confident as I am. Grah. I don't know. All I know is that I have two hours and fifteen minutes left, and only six hundred and fifty-seven words. So, let's see... that means I have to keep typing at about... Holy crap! I have to type at just about five words per minute!
Sweet! I've been typing so much so fast that I have fully halved the speed at wich I need to go in order to post at midnight! Mind you, I still need to type faster than that if I want to finish this up by 23:00 or so. To do that, I need to be typing at about nine words perminute. Slightly slower than what I needed to be typing before, but not by much. Oh, but stretching feels good.
Sitting down for extended periods of time gets to be burdonsome. I hate doing so, but sometimes I can forget how much I've been sitting by absorbing myself in something else that is at least somewhat interesting. Writing doesn't normally count as such an activity, though. So, I have to stretch every hour or so. I like stretching, and I like using my body. I want a job where I can do so.
That's why I liked my last job so much, I suppose. I got to be up and about all day, and I got to actually use my body. I love jobs like that. I get restless, otherwise. It does seem like typing very quickly for extended periods helps, but not really that much. I like it when my job requires me to actually run, jump,and climb. I did apply for a job like that, but I didn't get it. It would have been odd if I had gotten that job, as it was not something I had ever seen before.
It was a job that, in essence, was an armed guard job. The description for it gave me the impression that it was essentially being a henchman. That job would be ten different kinds of awesome. Right up until the day that the international superspy infiltrates and decides to snap my neck. That'sthe point where that job would begin to suck hardcore. Still, it would have been a job.
Seriously, how awesome would that job be? Yeah, there's alot of standing around, but that would be something I could deal with. I mean, I would be a henchman. That's such an awesome job title. Seriously, I can't think of something I wouldrather be. Well, unless you count a henchman that never gets killed in action. Now that would be awesome. I don't think that I would get that job, though. With my luck, I'd be the first henchman killed.
Well, no use thinking about things that will never be. Well, not necessarily 'never', but it's a remote enough possibility that I may as well ignore it. Imean,what else can I do? Hope for something that will never be? That's something that I can only file under 'things that it is stupid to hope for', right in there with 'the Tooth Fairy being real' and 'A true and lasting World Peace'.
Well, I'm at about 1900 words, and I do not believe that I can resist the siren song of Evangelion for much longer. So, I bid you all adieu, and I hope you tune in tomorrow, when I yet again figure out how to write 2000 words about absolutely nothing. Good night everybody, and stay safe out there.