Halloween and my novel (no actual connection between the two)

[elsajeni]

Halloween. Hmm. I wanted to go trick-or-treating or something, but I had too much homework, giant pile of reading for history. And I did it. And then I got to school and the people who went trick-or-treating instead of doing any work whined and whined and whined because I refused to recite the reading for them. (First, hello, do you think I memorized it? Second, if I have the self-discipline to do my work, I assure you they do too.) So instead I stayed home wearing my devil costume and giving candy to small children.

First problem with the devil costume: without the tail, the mask, and the pitchfork, all of which I kept forgetting to grab, I do not look like the devil. I look like a hooker.

Second problem with the devil costume: lots of the trick-or-treaters are, you know, 3 feet tall. And I'm wearing a miniskirt. Caution required when bending over to drop candy in their bags.

Other news: I started the novel this morning. So far I've only got about 200 words, but hey, that's only about 20 minutes of work while ignoring a video in Spanish (which will probably come back to bite me in the ass next time we have a test, but oh well). If you object to having a deeply flawed character based on you, please let me know now in a comment. (Please? I want comments. Wait, what was the magic word again? Challah?)

Comments

[elsajeni.livejournal.com]

Pay closer attention: it's a novel. They're all fictional. They're just based on you people. And deeply, deeply flawed. At least one character will die during the course of this novel; the rest of us (yes, there's one based on me as well) will just display our total dysfunctionality and flawedness in our actions before and after (especially after) the death.

Your anonymity does not fool me. I mean, assuming I'm right about who you are, your anonymity does not fool me. Now, do you object or not?