I'm too tired to elaborate, it's 2:34am and my wordcount is now 28,451 (i'm oh so slightly ahead for once)
post more tomorrow hopefully (I nearly typed poo instead of post XD)
Much love to all

So i'm @ school atm, having just done a bit more on nano w/c 26,147 a little behind I know, but i'm happy to be over half way to the finish.
Recently my dentist visit confirmed that as it turns out I've got to have all 4 wisdom teeth removed, I was so upset/scared when they told me I went home and had a bit of a cry. But it's all good, I calmed down and watched some videos of the operation on youtube and decided I'd rather get it done sooner rather than later. So here's waiting for my confirmation letter :)
I'm getting kinda edgy sat typing this, I'm expecting the librarian to come over and start howling about how i'm not working (like she cares really ¬_¬)
Anywhoos just thought I should update seeing as I've not been on for a while,
in short i'm nearing the finishing line, down but not out and all that malarky.
Tchus  

I think this thing is starting to take it's toll on me, I can feel a headache coming on (possibly from the lack of sleep, possibly from the caffeine consumption on top of this) I'm so glad this is only over the course of November, I couldn't live like this...in fact I think this is one of the few thoughts that's keeping me going, I mean when else am I going to be able to do this with an excuse again? Even my mum doesn't question why she sometimes finds me curled up blowing Zzz's, next to the laptop, in front of the fire in the morning anymore. I'm telling you, if I throw myself into exam revision (commencing tomorrow, or later..) in the same way, I'll have nothing to worry about...now to put that plan into action.
Anyways Nano...Jemimah and Tom (and Sam) are now on board a pirate ship, heading towards the first stop on their adventure...Grydor. Who knows what they might find there? (I ask this question quite genuinely, without the story plan in front of me I can't remember why they're going there XD)
word count is 14,000 and I plan to write another 3,000 tomorrow (to catch up with what I've fallen behind with..I just read that back, it makes no sense XD)
Now to bed! I've got a dentist appointment in about 7 hours and...well yeah.
Laters

After a kinda laid back weekend I enter the new week with 12,000ish words...bring on the sleepless nights! XP
Anyways as promised I'm going to include an excerpt (just for you Amber, you can stop being anxious now XD)
Please bear in mind it's only a first draft so if language seems a little repetitive, i'm sorry :)
Here we go!

“Something this big isn’t exactly easy to lose” Thomas murmured, slowly opening his hand to expose the insect. Jemimah’s eyes bulged and she gasped in wonder. The ant was about the size of a small mouse, and instead of being black, brown or red, it was a steely shade of blue, it sat in the palm of his hand, pincers working away at something like it was chewing.

What is it doing?” Jemimah asked, leaning over to get a better look.

“Ice ants create their homes from moisture or water in their habitat, they suck it in – a little like how bees swallow nectar, and then they regurgitate it as a kind of pliable ice; that’s what they make their nests from. It was such a nice find in the summer seeing as the ice can stick to any surface. It was funny watching Sam chasing her tail – She was like ‘What’s this on my tail? Get it off!’”

Jemimah held up her hand to stop him rambling on about his dog again. Thankfully that was all he had to say on it. “You didn't answer my question”. With that he held up his hip flask and gave it a quick shake to show where the liquid had come from, the contents sloshed around inside.

“Are you disgusted?” He asked with a not quite mocking edge to his question. He was a little stunned when the girl held out her hand.

“I want a better look”. He tilted his head to one side curiously as he looked at her, then coming to an unspoken decision he nodded.

“Hold out your hand”. She did so obediently. “You have to be careful, they are surprisingly brittle. The ice in their bodies makes them like this”. Using his index finger and thumb he picked up the insect carefully and placed it in her hand. Suddenly it was like a nightmare unfurling. The ant scurried along Jemimah’s hand like a person crossing a beach’s burning sands, barefooted, to reach the sea; it fell in such a way Jemimah knew it was deliberate before smashing like a glass ornament on the ground. Slowly, the pair looked up and at each other.

“I am so sorry” She said hoarsely.

“Whatever happens next, don’t move…and don’t scream”

“Why would I…?” The ground beneath their feet began to rumble

“Here they come”. As one they both turned to face the boulder, the centre of the shuddering. Then the clicking started, the sound reminded Jemimah of rain bouncing on the cobblestones outside her house. There was a yelp from behind them as Sam ran off into the forest.

The ants poured from the top of the boulder like lava down a volcano side, they approached in their thousands. It was like they were heat seeking, they headed straight towards the pair; one of which wore a grim expression, the other looked like they were about to heave.

“…I'm going to scream”

“No, you’re not. Don’t” Thomas warned through clenched teeth.

“I'm actually going to scream” Jemimah gasped, holding her stomach.

“But it would be premeditated, why bother?” He murmured, raising an eyebrow

“Self-gratification?”

“Just keep still and keep quiet, it might not be you they’re seeking”

“Just me? Why not you?”

“It wasn’t me who dropped the ant, you’ve upset them. But just to be sure. You see that tree over there?” He asked, pointing at the nearest and only tree in the clearing.

“Yes?”

“Good, stay away from there because that’s where I’ll be”. He said, taking off before Jemimah could so much as even screech at him. She couldn’t even concentrate on her irritation as the clicking reminded her of the oncoming danger. With a deep breath she turned back towards them, her lips pressed together to stop any sound escaping.

“Don’t worry; they might not even want to hurt you. They might be curious”. Thomas’ voice came from somewhere in the distance. Her head snapped around.

"Then what are you doing up the tree?" She spat at him.

It's coming up for 5am now (i'm really going to have to get a better system for this before I kill myself) and my current word count is 7,165 and rising.
I'm gonna fall asleep in front of the fire now because I know if I go to bed I won't wake up for my driving lesson =.=
Night

I'm 5 days in now, and the most surreal thing just happened. I was sat gazing blankly at the computer, at my story, when this overwhelming sense of panic/despair appears from nowhere. Realising how close resit exams are, coupled how little revision I've done, tripled with the fact that I've somehow fallen 2,000 words behind schedule suddenly had me whimpering... but as suddenly as the grief washed over me, it passed. Now I'm on my living room floor again, feeling worn out and slightly frustrated. I think this is all mainly down to sleep deprivation though, going to sleep at 4 and waking up at 9 to continue with this charade is wreaking havoc with my nerves... Or it might be the mug of coffee I downed earlier... Or the OJ...
...No wait, it's almost certainly the coffee. I'm pretty sure my muscles weren't twitching like that before. Ok, so we've established that it's the sleep deprivation and the coffee making me pessimistic.
Right...I need to get serious now, enough procrastinating Gez
I'll post more as this story of drama unfolds

This time the lazy beast has migrated to downstairs in front of the fire, laptop on lap. NaNo begs to be written but I must finish the hell that is my psychology coursework resit, I mean I know it's just corrections but my GOD it's dull. Firstly and fore-mostly I'm hungry, very hungry...and once again I crave the flesh of an animal, but that isn't possible :|
Oh great, the TV keeps scrambling.
...OK! Incentive to work, I'll be back later to talk about NaNo (And yes Amber, maybe post an excerpt XD)
Tchus!

It's currently creeping closer to 2 in the morning. I'm slumped back on my pillows in bed on my mum's laptop, and instead of NaNoing like I said I would I've found myself watching The Mask with rapt intensity (I remember the film being longer, but whatever)
I've started blogging at Amber's suggestion, to post my thoughts and feelings (or something like that) during this trying month. How the hell I'm going to type out 50K words is a freaking mystery - especially because I'm one of those people who loves sleep. Heck, just talking about it is making me yawn. Or maybe that's just the wee-ness of the hour.

Without giving too much away, my story is a fantasy novel about a girl who goes to find the missing Princess of her kingdom and all the merry adventures in-between. To be honest, I wasn't 100% sure I wanted to go ahead with this at first. But then my boyfriend gave me a little encouragement and a KILLER plot twist and I felt compelled to see it through.

Hmm...all this writing seems to have gotten me in the mood to do some more writing, or at the very least rewind The Mask and watch it again. I need a cold drink to perk me up...actually a hot drink would be better, but I can't think of an energizing hot drink that doesn't involve caffeine (I'm trying to cut back on the stuff, it has none-too-desirable effects on me)

...What kinda name is Peenman? It sounds almost rude (The mask stealing my attention once more)
Where is this post going, you ask? Most likely nowhere, nobody knows which direction my mind heads off in when it's tired - least of all me. I just thought it might be a giggle to document my sleep deprived thoughts on the internet is all.
Ok, it's time to get my serious head on now. The princess has disappeared and now the kingdom is in a total state of disarray - Who shall rise to the challenge I wonder...  

Why can't I change my name to mcgeezle with an M?! I'M PRESSIN' CHARGES!