Nov. 2nd, 2014

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You are now BELFYRE. That's a silly statement. You've always been Belfyre.

Around 2 hours ago, you finished reading a particularly heartbreaking Homestuck fanfic. That explains the strange writing style you've decided to indulge in right now.

Around 2 days ago, you saw your friends freak out about NaNoWriMo, and decided that while jumping in and writing a novel from scratch with absolutely no plot in mind and no confidence that you would reach 50k words in 30 days, you decided that maybe 500 words a day would be a good start.

So here you are, on the 2nd of November, writing a blog entry. You noticed that 2s are becoming a thing, and you kind of want to continue it, but that would just be annoying and obnoxious.

You think about what to write, not just now, but for the rest of the month. Or the rest of your life. Hopefully the latter. You /do/ want to polish your writing skills in some way. You decide that coming up with ways to make your life sound interesting for 30 days would be a great challenge, but you don't want to push it. Anything would do then. Fanfic ideas, random realisations, interesting things that happened, things people said. You suppose the current challenge is to keep this up.

You check how many words you've typed up and you aren't even halfway to finishing your goal. You slowly rack your thinkpan for interesting things to say. Maybe you'll talk about your day? Oh! A thought has just struck you. You'll talk about Halloween. Well. Not Halloween exactly, but what you did during that particular day.

You are now Belfyre. Well. You're still Belfyre, but the Belfyre of the morning of the 31st of October. You start the day right and eat some breakfast. You and your mother then go to the grocery to grab candy. Can't have trick or treaters come by and be unprepared for that. You also take the opportunity to buy eyeshadow, lipstick, and pancake syrup, all of which contributed to your bitchin' costume. But that's for later. At the counter, the line is slow. The person in front of you must have bought stuff for their store. Actually, when you look at the other counters, several other store-owners must have bought stuff to sell. You and your mom swear never to go to that grocery again unless absolutely necesssary.

It is 2pm on the 31st of October, and you are microwaving gelatin. For your face. The night before, you watched a tutorial on how to make a fake Glasgow smile, and found a recipe for the scar stuff that only needed powdered gelatin, water, and corn syrup. Unfortunately, in your country, corn syrup is not a thing that is easily found on grocery shelves, so you settled for the pancake syrup that apparently contained corn syrup. You thought it was a slightly acceptable substitute since it smelled better than the video described. It did take you 4 tries to make it sticky enough, but hey. 4th time's the charm. Current!Belfer remembers that 2x2=4 and goddamnit you said you'd stop with the multitude of twos.

It is 4pm (ugh) on the 31st of October, and you are applying the cheap eyeshadow onto the gelatin mix on your face. It's a bit of a struggle, because the gelatin would move a bit too easily, and you only had cotton buds to apply the color, but eventually, you turn yourself into a mad doctor with a glasgow smile. You actually have no idea if those were a thing, but hey, if it scares the kids, you're good.

It is 6pm on the 31st of October, and there's a bunch of people lined up outside your makeshift tent wanting to scare their pants off. It doesn't work so well because the music isn't on, but eventually creepy beats begin their echo and soon you're scaring pair after pair of children who dare go into your tent as you thrust a bloody arm inside your patient's organs as you search for a treat. You really wish your brother would scream louder but he isn't cooperating.

It is 7pm on the 31st of October and you're done scaring children. You are the mad doctor. It is you.

It is 8pm on the 31st of October and you've removed your makeup and put it away. You've showered and you are enjoying a bowl of banana cream pie that your mom made, although it was a bit too wide. And the caramel was a bit too sticky. But it tasted good nonetheless.

It is 1230am on the 2nd of November and you think you could have done better, and plan to do so next year.

You currently have a lot of irons in the fire and wow good job you've added one more by doing this writing thing. Good thing your patron troll is at her strongest and you are feeling waves of awesome as you end your first entry for your daily writing stint.

The title for your entry is your first line in this script you're supposed to have memorised in 2 days. You wish yourself luck.
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I sit on my bed, wondering what to write for the 2nd day of my challenge. It occurs to me that the past couple of days were quite interesting and so I decide to do that.

I then realise that the past two days were mostly spent shopping for clothes. "Perhaps maybe in a narrative form?" I think to myself. The challenge tonight is to make the shopping interesting. Let's do that.

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Belfyre entered the recently-opened H&M, trailing after her mother and aunts who had, in their excitement, run into the store. "Why is everything so bright," she asked herself, willing her eyes not to squint in the glare of artificial lighting reflected on shiny white floor tiles.

The first pieces of clothing she sees are dresses and blouses, neither of which she wore often. She did like how surprised people would be when she did wear them, and kept a few choice pieces she could wear over and over without offending the fashion gods. Not that she worshiped them like some of her friends did. She respected them without feeling the need to appease them constantly.

After reminding her mother that she didn't need yet another striped shirt, she went on to explore the rest of the store. Well, the rest of the front. Spotting the escalator towards the rear, she wondered just how many clothes were designed so they could fit the whole area.

Going from one rack of clothing to another, she deemed most of the clothes either too-old looking, too formal, too casual, or 'just not me'. Until she set her eyes on a black faux leather jacket. She fell in love instantly.

The sheen on the faux leather was just enough to be eye-catching, but not so much as to make the whole ensemble look tacky. The zipper pockets were large enough for her hands to comfortably rest inside. Any way she would wear it, whether just on, zipped up halfway or up to the end, made her looked like a Greaser with a capital G for the musical. She loved it. Then she looked at the price tag.

Her mind raced. There has /got/ to be a way for her to own that jacket. Knowing these stores, they'll either run out of her size, run out of stock completely, or change collection soon. She couldn't look for it in other stores because that was the only H&M in the country so far. And then it clicked.

Her birthday was near. She then whipped out her phone and texted her dad, asking him if the jacket could be his gift to her. Seconds later, her father called, asking if she was willing to get the faux leather jacket instead of the Portal bag from ThinkGeek she asked for a few days before. Belfer paused. She had forgotten about that particular request. "Bag or jacket," she thought. "Bag or jacket or bag or jacket or bag or jacket?"

"Jacket," she said firmly, clutching her phone. "I want the jacket, please." She knows she could get the bag some other time. It's usually available, which is something the jacket isn't. Her father allowed it.

That evening, she put on her sweet loot and smiled, thinking about all the cosplay she could now do with that jacket.

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I stare at how I ended that little entry and cringe. However it is almost 10pm and as I have a lot of things to do tomorrow, I let it be.

I had chosen a title for this entry based on a Homestuck fanfic I'm currently reading. Although I really shouldn't because there are other things I should be reading.

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