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Effort into videos.

So recently I was like 'What the heck, I'll put a little bit of effort into my youtube videos.'
Holy poo. That little bit of effort? Turned out to be large bit of effort.

My camera exports in .MOV format, so I have to convert. The software that came with my camera does that. Woot! But its all HD, so editing it in Windows Movie Maker is actually a test of my sanity. I realized that the program that came with the camera can edit the videos just fine! Yay! No more converting and having to deal with difficult non HD supporting programs.

I export my movie. A 1:44 minute long video took 30 minutes to export. Oh, well, thats a lot longer than windows movie maker. But whatever, the 15 minutes I saved on converting the files? Totally worth it. The effort of trying to use Movie Maker? Totally worth it.

I head over to youtube and try and upload my 1:44 video. What? That is going to take 45 minutes? For.. 1 minute and 44 seconds? Today my 6 minute video took 120 minutes to upload. Holy poo.

What? 2 minute videos take 75 minutes to process and upload? Not including my editing time?!
WHAT?!?!

Soothing Colours.

Soooooooothing colours.

Ugh.

Where have I been?

So you may have notice that I decided I was going to take a leave of absence, and just not mention it to anyone.

You also may have noticed that there is a big honking large amount of text in my last bloggity post.

Well party people, that is because I was doing National Novel Writing Month; and this is my Official Recap of Nano '10.

I would like to start with a pretty accurate statement, I get sick every November, without fail, every year since I started all of this madness. I do not understand it. I mentally try and make my self not sick, and guess what; I end up barely able to move in my bed. For 4 years in a row now, I have become very sick, and this year I got pretty behind.

Moving on to the next point; When you have to write 1.7k words a day, its really hard to get a few days ahead and even when you miss a few days due to death sickness, you aren't just behind by 3 days, you are behind by 5000 words. That is a bit overwhelming when your recovery just means you are well enough to sit up at your computer to write something.

Write about something you love. Not even about something you love, just have fun with your story. If you aren't having fun, its so difficult to write stuff that is like pulling teeth to finish. I had to do a time skip to an important part to get out the ending of my novel.

I didn't really explain that big post that I did in my last post.
Well I didn't like my entire novel, up until that last scene. While in theory it would be smarter to leave the last scene not public, the rest of the novel wasn't that great and I will probably be getting a proof of my last years novel, cause I really liked it.

Conclusion? This is probably one of my worst national novel writing months to date, well the worst that I've won anyways. Only lost my first!

Chapter Last/Favorite [Nano '10]

I felt nervous as the doctor seemed puzzled by his sheets.

“So Hammer, we are trying to gather background information about you, and I was looking into your human background, and you are an orphan, have you ever been in contact with your family?”

“No, I don’t know how they are.”

“Thats what I thought..”

“Why? Why does it matter whose egg and sperm I came from.”

“Well we are trying to get birth records for you, and we need to have parents for the records.”

“Well my parents are long gone. The orphanage never knew who they were, they left me in front of their door, just like Warrens family.”

“No, I know who your family is, we did DNA sampling on your blood.”

I felt like mentally I was transformed into a tv show where the people were chanting and cheering to find out who was the father. Those shows used to come on in the lunch room for the lab workers but I never watched them, I thought it was silly. 

“I don’t need to know who they are, I won’t know who they are so telling me them their names will just lay the burden of me remembering their names.”

Movies.

I have been watching a lot of movies lately, like Donnie Darko, Pirates of the Caribbean, and Lord of the Rings. I am not sure if I am the only sort of person like this, but if I watch one movie in a series, I have to watch them all. I would never be able to watch the first Lord of the Rings movie and then a year later watch the second and still have interest. I watched the 3rd Pirates movie but now that I've watched the first, I have started to watch the 2nd and 3rd. 

I am not a movie or TV person, cause ironically enough I find that I don't have the attention span for it. But because of my lack of attention span, I can't be bothered to be interested in the same thing at a later date. 

I made a promise to my self about a month ago, I would spend the next year not being right, just dance. Do you remember my blog post? I had some responses questioning if I was okay. I meant I was going to try and just live this year. Along with that promise, I decided I would try and dedicate my time to watching classic films. 

If there is anything I can't stand besides watching movies really far apart, is when people ask me. 

Person: It's like such and such. 

Me: What?

Person: Haven't you seen Star Wars?

Me: No..
Person: How do you exist?!

Me: With ease?

Person: How did you manage not to see it?!

Me: The first one was released in 1977, the lack of my existing could help. 

Person: Well you could watch it now. 

Me: At this moment?

Person: Yeah. 

Me: The combined movie length is 12 hours and 42 seconds. 

Person: You don't have to watch them all at once.

Me: ...

Do you see the cycle I go through? Movies need to send me updates on twitter informing me if they are going to impede my ability to exist. Just saying. 

Haha, No.

I was reading Timmy Boyles blog post about my self, here, and there was something that he said that made me do something that I realized I do a lot. 

His statement:

This girl rides a unicycle, twirls fire and can step through a tennis racket (un-strung, of course). Obviously, you’ll never see that in her writing…(however, you can watch it here) but information like that certainly gives you a strong personality assessment. One day, I hope she writes a blog while simultaneously doing all the above mentioned stunts (Hint. Hint. Coralie).

My reaction:

 I always do that, I always laugh, and then just stop suddenly and say no. As if I am completely aware of the joke and comedy that is happening, but I decide after a few moments that I have appreciated it long enough, and now I can reject it. I feel like a pretty bad person doing this but I do this all the time.

Yeah. I am pretty sure I am may be a bad person, but at least I am with terms with it. :)

Stop being Correct.

The other day in dance class my teacher came up to me and said.

"My goal for you this year is for you dance more, and stop being so correct. If that makes any sense."


A statement like that is hard to work, and word, but it struck me as a life philosophy. Personally I am not sure how I can translate that into words and plot it against my life, but I feel as if for the next year, this too is going to be my goal.

For most of my life I have been in school. I'd come home, I'd have fun but I'd always feel like I had something to do. I was really stressed all the time looking at it now. I never did my course work, I had little interest in doing math or english at home. Why do something at home when I could do it to avoid people in class? This worked wonderfully until I made friends and I didn't get my work done in class either.

But now, I work. Every day. Not long every day, but I do work most of the time. I come home, I am excited to be home, but by 7:30 I realize I am looking to the clock to see if its 10:30. I have little to do now. I feel as if I should be doing something. I label my self as getting nothing done. But why must I get something done? Why must I be so correct, so perfect to always be doing something?

I state here, on my personal blog (sorry about making you seem not so personal in the past week or so), that instead of feeling correct, I will feel like I am living.

Because frankly, I am.