Time.

"I never have enough time..."

So, don't I. Want to play clarinet, too. Hope I haven't forgot everything...

Hoping you have a nice holiday, when it comes round. 6 Weeks!

It's just another day.

"This year... It's New Years soon."

Well, the most interesting year so far for me, and I have lots to show for it, if I really try and find something. If you look, you'll find something, always.

Hoping you do too.

I still don't know what I am.

"Who knows, who cares? Who really wants to find out?"

So, I still have no idea, and it's not like those "find out your personality!" things do one ounce of good, because they conflict, so, I don't know. I care, but I don't know.

In any case, it's coming to the end of the year. Yay. Ahaha...end of year celebrations...PARTY. Science, that is. SO, don't forget.

Hoping I remember. In fact, I'll pack it now.

What am I?

"Have you ever had that feeling that you weren't you?

No, I am me, and that's all that matters"

I have no idea what I am, personality wise. Am I pretending to be X, Y, Z, or is it really me? Or, is it, that I'm pretending to be pretending, hence, double bluff, and actually telling the truth, or just being me?

I have no idea. I don't think I ever will. I wonder, because I don't know what I'd do in, X, Y, Z, so I don't put my hand up when people ask that.

Hoping someone knows.

Sometimes... I wonder.

"If it's not my fault, then whose is it?"

Really, it's just two things I want to put down. One, insensitive asses who care about nothing but their own little popularity contest, and having useless bits of knowledge, all in a quest for gossip to become the "gossip lord", as I think they call it.

Two. I wonder if everything that went wrong, was just my fault, or someone else's or no-one's at all. It's wonderous indeed.

Hoping it all works out.

WINNER!

"Congratulations!"

I finally finished, and with a day left! Yay. Time to waste my time playing games!

Hoping we all finish on time.

Almost there.

"Sneaky bastard."

I hope my letters haven't been scrunched up and chucked into bins without being read, but then again, I'm just so sneaky. Still. I hope people read them. Hm. Sneak sneak sneak.

Hoping people do read them. Also, I'm almost done! 48.5k

Math is challenging to say the least.

"I should be at 46k by today, if not, more."

Nothing much to say, except that I need to write those letters, and then send them in the sneakiest way possible, so that they're like "WHOA. LETTER. YAY." except, more silent and stuff. You know...?

I'm sure you do.

Hoping they are surprised as I imagine they'd be.

A few things learned on the road less travelled.

"No, you're doing it wrong. No, YOU'RE doing it wrong."

1.I've got an abrasive personality, but I don't seem to be polishing others. So much for sandpaper.
2.The beach is cool. If a bit of a hassle to clean up later, what with the salty water.
3.You don't have to and shouldn't listen to everything everyone says
4.Dreams are scary, regardless of whether they're nightmares or not

Hoping people see. I might add tomorrow.

Thanks to all. Camp!

"Thanks to all."

For the letters, I thank you. I didn't expect to have any letters, so maybe, if you were disappointed that I didn't send any, it's probably because I didn't expect to get any. Which is selfish, and I'm sorry. So I'll rectify that sometime. You'll see. Maybe.

I'll write a detailed omni-account-journal-thing, when December rolls around, and just in time for Crimbo and whatever, and I hope I remember this year. For now, I just want to finish NaNoWriMo, and then never do it ever again. I hate writing with a long long purpose/goal. 1000-2000 words per work is enough.

So, I hope you had a great camp. I liked mine.

Hoping for some sleep.