HelzCullen

How are you all?

This is really just an update: I'm writing (although I never actually stopped) and what's more, I'm alive! I'll be submitting in short bits, methinks.

The Beach Boys make me want to get up and do the jitterbug or something equally as 60s. Unfortunately, I'm tired and hungry, so I won't be doing that any time soon. Nevertheless, the feeling's still there. I sound so formal, haha.

'sup, dudes.
(newsflash: informal =/= American, Helen, dear)

OHAI FANCY SEEING YOU HERE. What's a pretty thing like you doing in a place like this?
(that's right, because pick up lines are the new hello)
I miss the days with telephones and cords and we never had one of those proper wheely-dialy-phones. I want one of them. I dunno, getting into vintagey stuff. Old is the new new.

What're you doing this week(end)? (That's not an invitation to go out: don't worry.)

is everyone being really, really quiet lately? I've disappeared since mid-October and I only had about 200 deviations to catch up on, a few comments and about 30 journals. What is that about? Do I need to go on the hunt for more people to tell me about their lives? Talk to me, my peeps! Tell me about your exciting adventures and funtiemz!

Anyway, this quiet - mingled with the good ol' 'I really can't be bothered to be poetic anymore' - makes me feel like deviantArt is a bit... tiring. Not worth visiting, almost, only of course not that because, well, that'd be offensive. Perhaps I'm just tired. Perhaps I need a change.

I'll try and stick around, pop up every now and then, so don't expect a total disappearance from me. Merry Christmas, everybody, and a happy new year! Do something exciting.

(:

And can I steal your passion, your ideas, your creativity, and possibly any speech-making skills you guys might have, for my English speech?

Seriously, it can be about ANYTHING.

I have NOTHING.
(Though I do have 3 weeks. Which is not long.)

STRESSSSSSS.


P.S. I'm going to say it now: I'm not going to be at school on Thursday because I'm attending an awards ceremony for that Foyle Young Poets thing. I was commended. Don't freak out, don't 'well done' me, don't tell people. (Yes, I'm insanely excited and honoured. Yes, I jumped up and down. Yes, I want to be quiet.)

P.P.S. Thursday is also National Poetry Day! And I'll get to hear readings from poets including Simon Armitage, whose poems we're studying in English. So that'll be fun. The theme for this year's National Poetry Day is 'home', so if you're feeling (un)inspired, go for it.

P.P.P.S. This is the third time I've added to this journal in the past ten minutes, but if you're doing NaNoWriMo this year, CHECK OUT THE PEP TALK LIST. JOHN GREEN (YouTube phenomenon). HOLLY BLACK (Spiderwick Chronicles). NOT TO MENTION FREAKING LEMONY SNICKET (do I even need to give you bracketed information about him?!). Excited much?!

P.P.P.P.S. Okay, I swear this is the last one, but this advert on my journal said 'See where the good goes'. Tegan and Sara reference, anyone?

NRRRRRRRFF. I don't know all the words to Hurricane by SoCo? /FAIL AS AN ANDREW FAN
_{(Sizz, I put those lyrics on my magnetic whiteboard, stuck to with 'Andy' in magnetic letters. I'M HAPPY TOO.)}

So, I never update my journal anymore and I don't know how to end this sentence.
Sorry?
seems to be the hardest word, but I manage okay.

I've been finding writing increasingly difficult, and I'm beginning to wonder whether I'm having writer's block. Isn't that ridiculous? I can't be bothered to write, so I'm calling it writer's block.
*switches wrists*

So, what, that's two inside things in this journal so far? Kay, keep a tally.

I'll try to be back-er (III) so my non-watching stalkers (yes, JAW; IIII) have something to look forward to while they rub their hands together, drink coffee and unzip their trousers.

Speaking of watchers, I've been thinking of getting a new account. Not doing the whole don't-follow-me thing, because I'm at the stage where I'd love a bit of people fawning over my work. It's just. Well. You know. The username.

Tell me what you guys think. I mean, obviously, if you're an avid watcher, you'll probably reply to the journal anyway, but I don't know. Shallow as it is, let's be honest: I'd miss the pageviews, the watchers, the timestamp that says I've been here two years, the couple hundred of deviations I've submitted, my collection of favourites, the everything else. But if I put it off, I'll not-have that for longer. IT'S COMPLEX IN MY HEAD, OKAY? No "if they really love you, they'll follow you" noodles, plz. Username suggestions? How long can they be anyway? o-o

RAAAH. I don't know. You never know, I might just keep this one forever and be like, "Yup, the most ironic username I could think of. That was my intention all along. *taps nose*" Only I, er, wouldn't say "asterisk taps nose asterisk".

When do you guys go back to school?
What should I write about? Give me a word; a phrase. An incentive.
Who else misses David Tennant? Show of hands, people. D:
What have you been doing with your time lately?
Are you planning on doing NaNoWriMo? If not, WHY NOT, LOSER?!
Anyone got a plot yet? D:

KAY, well, I think that's the end of my mega-long, shallow update. *changes wrists* (does that count as IIIIinsertdiagonalslash?)

I love you lot more than... well, here I'd give an appropriately obscure example, but really, I just love you guys more than I should. THANK YOU FOR EXISTING. (and listening to me ramble)

www.youtube.com/lifeinaday?fea…


If you're doing it, link me up to your final video. I WANT TO SEE.