Nathan really hated Julian. You may think that you kind of dislike Julian, but Nathan REALLY hated him.
When Julian would do something, Nathan would stare, eyes narrowing, mind racing, cataloguing this new thing to hate.
At the moment that begins this story, Nathan was hating Julian for the way he was rolling a ciggarette. Nathan had always believed that the only way to truely roll a ciggarette properly was to form a cone. A larger amount of tobacco would be in the end of the ciggarette that was lighted than in the side in the mouth.
Julian, in what Nathan considered to be a cocktail of pathetic ignorance and vicious hatred for all that was right in the world, had rolled his ciggarette as a near perfect cylinder. The ciggarette paper formed a perfect tube around evenly spaced tobacco.
"You are going to get tobacco all in your mouth Jules." Nathan tried to sound playful, to sound as if it was amusement at the image of his brother, embarrassed as brown flakes covered his teeth, as opposed to the harshest of vitriol that led him to correct.
Jules smiled his friendly, unassuming smile and said, "Don't worry."
He pulled from the side pocket of his backpack a Crystal Filter ciggarette holder. The ciggarette fit perfectly in to the mouth of the holder.
"What the fuck is that?" asked Nathan, trying to make his disgust sound cheerful, and successfully bending the frown in to a smirk.
"Dad sent it."
"To you? Where'd he get it?"
"Store."
"How do you know?"
"He didn't make it, did he?"
Nate was pretty sure that this was the dumbest conversation he had ever had. The ciggarette holder was clearly made out of some amber colored plastic. Had their father made it, he would surely have used some other materiel.
Nathan imagined his father carving a ciggarette holder out of stone. A tiny marble sculpture with a purpose!
But Julian wouldn't understand it. A tiny hand made device such as the one running throught Nathan's imagination would be full of imperfections. Jule's cylindrical ciggarettes wouldn''t even fit perfectly without having to bend and conform to the rough, hand carved inner lip of the holder he hoped he would one day have.
Julian lit a match and touched the flame to the perfect circle at the end of his ciggarette.
Nate turned away from his brother, as if to block the wind, and brought a lighter to the wrinkled tip of his ciggarette. Nathan's ciggarette paper, not being espeically well packed started flaming for a moment before dying in to the gentleharsh glow typically associated with smoking.
Drag, exhale, drag, exhale. Nathan and Julian were professionals. Julian smiled proudly. Nathan smirked, but was beginging to feel a little less angry.
"Nate. You hate me, don't you?"
"I wouldn't say that, Jules. I wouldn't say that."
"But you would think that, right Nate?"
"No," Nathan said. "No one would think that I hated you. Not me, not anyone. I'm going to go take a walk."
Nathan was a walker. He realized that he had lost this round. He could no longer maintain bitterness.

Introduction

I am starting this blog specifically to write my National Novel Writing Month novel. I tried it once but didn't get too far because I was very easily distracted. I really doubt that I will get a WHOLE lot farther this year. Still, I think that it is going to be fun to try. I will, at very least, be a better typist by the end of November.

The most I have written in a single day recently, has been just over 1000 words. To get this damned novel written I will have to write at least 1667 words a DAY!

So I think that sleep will be for December... Or I might just fuck this thing up, only write a few pages, but manage to write something that offends all of the people who love me, leaving me a pathetic hermit, all alone with the begining of a terrible novel. Whatever.

Hi.

This is my first entry. I should begin this in earnist on the first of november.